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AS I WENT UP THE GARDEN by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: "WERE ONE, TWO, THREE"
As I went up the garden
I found a little farthing;
I gave it to my mother,
To buy a little brother;
My brother was a sailor,
He sailed across the sea,
And all the fish that he could catch
Were one, two, three.





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