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Once on a time there was a fagot maker	A
And he had seven sons	B
Who could be aught but poor to feed and shelter	A
So many little ones	B
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For all were merely lads not one was able	C
To earn the crust of bread	D
Though scant it might be coarse and black and humble	C
With which he must be fed	D
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And worst of all the youngest one was puny	E
So odd and still and slight	F
That father mother and the other brothers	G
Thought him not over bright	F
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So small he was when he was born so tiny	E
Since then he had become	H
That for he was no bigger than your finger	A
They called him Hop o' my Thumb	H
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Now at this time for days and days together	A
There fell no drop of rain	I
The corn shrunk on the stalks and in the sunshine	J
Rustled the shriveled grain	I
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As if a fire had swept across the meadows	K
They shriveled in the drouth	L
And what this meant for the poor fagot maker	A
Was famine without doubt	M
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One night he sat before a smouldering fire	A
His head bowed down with grief	N
Trying with those weak wits of his to compass	O
Some scheme for their relief	N
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His wife above the feeble embers hovered	P
And wrung her toil hard hands	Q
She knew there was no help for their starvation	R
No hope in making plans	S
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At last he spoke Ah bad luck to the trying	T
I cannot find them food	U
To morrow morning with me to the forest	V
I'll take the little brood	U
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I cannot bear to watch this piece meal starving	T
So while they run and play	W
Or gather fagots for me or pick berries	X
To eat I'll come away	W
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Oh groaned the wife I'm sure the wolves will eat them	Y
Poor dears poor little dears	X
Yet do as you think best we all must perish	Z
Then went to bed in tears	X
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Meanwhile though all the rest were sleeping soundly	E
Hop o' my Thumb had heard	P
And at the thought of wolves and woods in terror	A
His little heart was stirred	P
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And so he lay and planned and early dressed him	A2
And ran with all his might	F
Down to the river where he filled his pockets	X
With pebbles small and white	F
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And as they started for the wood he lingered	P
Somewhat behind and when	B2
They came to dismal places dropped in secret	C2
A pebble now and then	B2
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Thick grew the trees 'twas twilight in their shadows	X
Although broad day without	M
But gay the laddies at the fagot picking	T
Went scampering about	M
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And chattering like a flock of busy sparrows	X
Till having hungry grown	D2
They turned to ask their mother for their dinner	A
And found they were alone	D2
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Then all but Hop o' my Thumb wailed out affrighted	M
Don't cry so hard said he	E
I'll find the path if you'll but keep together	A
And try to follow me	E
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By the white stones strewn on the dead pine needles	X
Though night had fallen he soon	E2
Led the way out and spied their humble cottage	F2
Low lying 'neath the moon	E2
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They hurried near and pausing at the window	M
Hop o'my Thumb climbed up	G2
And peeped within his father and his mother	A
Were just about to sup	G2
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Some one had paid them two gold guineas	X
On an old debt and when	B2
They went for beef for two they were so hungry	E
They bought enough for ten	B2
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Quick as a flash the ravenous seven went rushing	T
Pell mell into the house	X
Nor left of the fine roast upon the table	C
Enough to feed a mouse	X
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It all went well long as the money lasted	M
When that was gone once more	H2
The father planned to take them to the forest	M
And leave them as before	H2
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Hop o' my Thumb who heard again the plotting	T
Crept from his trundle bed	M
But in the place of pebbles in his pockets	X
Put only crumbs of bread	M
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Again they went through brier and through thicket	M
Into the darksome wood	M
Again he dropped his clues along the pathway	W
Behind him when he could	M
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But when once more they found themselves deserted	M
And little Hop o' my Thumb	H
Felt sure to lead them out he found the finches	X
Had eaten every crumb	H
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Then what to do They wandered hither thither	H2
For hours in dread and fear	H2
Until at last they saw with fitful glimmer	H2
A feeble light appear	H2
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It shone but faintly like a single candle	C
But trudging towards the ray	H2
They reached a house and knocked the door was opened	M
After a brief delay	H2
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And a kind woman asked them what they wanted	M
They said To stay all night	M
Run run away The faster you run the better	H2
She answered in affright	M
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An Ogre lives here cruel and bloody minded	M
He eats up little boys	X
Run run I hear him coming from the mountains	X
I know him by the noise	X
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But we can't run we are so faint and tired	M
Hop o' my Thumb began	I2
'Tis all the same whether the wolves shall eat us	X
Or your good gentleman	R
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And so she took them in fed them and hid them	Y
All underneath her bed	M
And in a minute more they heard approaching	T
Tramp tramp an awful tread	M
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It was the Ogre coming home his supper	H2
Was steaming nice and hot	M
Two calves upon a spit ten rabbits roasting	T
A whole sheep in the pot	M
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He banged the door wide open sniffed and snorted	M
Then in a dreadful voice	X
Roared out while his poor wife stood by and trembled	M
I smell seven little boys	X
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In vain she told him 'twas the mutton scorching	T
The veal had browned too fast	M
He searched the house peering around and under	H2
And reached the bed at last	M
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Then dragged them one by one out fairly shouting	T
At little Hop o'my Thumb	H
Saying the lads would make towards a dinner	H2
Six mouthfuls and one crumb	H
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O leave them till to morrow cried the woman	R
You've meat enough to night	M
Well so I have he said I'll wait a little	C
Ah ugh they're plump and white	M
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Now it so chanced the Ogre had seven daughters	X
And all slept in one bed	M
In a large room and each wore for a nightcap	G2
A gold crown on her head	M
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And Hop o' my Thumb when all the house was quiet	M
Into their chamber crept	M
And the gold head bands for himself and brothers	X
Stole from them while they slept	M
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Wicked and sly it was he knew the Ogre	H2
Would no doubt rise at dawn	J2
And being but half awake would kill the children	R
Who had no night caps on	K2
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And sure enough he did He was so drowsy	E
And fogs so veiled the sun	R
That whetting up a huge broad bladed dagger	H2
He slew them every one	R
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Then Hop o' my Thumb awakening his brothers	X
Whispered Make haste and fly	L2
Without a word they did as they were bidden	M2
In twinkling of an eye	L2
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Out in the drizzly mist of a gray morning	T
Off through the chill and dew	M
And none too soon Within an hour the Ogre	H2
His dreadful blunder knew	M
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Wife fetch my seven league boots at once he shouted	M
I'll catch the vipers yet	M
He stamped his feet into the magic leather	H2
With many a muttered threat	M
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And off he started over hill and valley	E
Seven leagues at every stride	M
The children saw him like a giant shadow	M
But they could only hide	M
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He scoured the country rumbling like a tempest	M
Far near they heard his roar	H2
Until at last his seven league feet grew tired	M
And he could go no more	H2
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And down he lay to rest him for a minute	M
The day had grown so hot	M
Close to a rock where lay the seven children	R
Although he knew it not	M
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Hop o' my thumb spoke softly to his brothers	X
Run fast as ever you can	I2
And leave me to take care of Mr Ogre	H2
And hurry scurry they ran	I2
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And Hop o' my Thumb creeping from out his crevice	X
With greatest caution drew	M
The Ogre's boots off these would shrink or widen	R
Just as you wished them to	M
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And put them on himself Then he decided	M
To hasten to the king	T
And as he traveled towards the royal palace	X
Each boot was like a wing	T
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There was a war The king had need of service	X
In carrying the news	X
He heard his tale and said I'll use this fellow	M
Who wears the magic shoes	X
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So little Hop o' my Thumb made mints of money	E
And his whole family	E
Lived very easy lives and from his bounty	E
Grew rich as rich could be	E
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As for the Ogre in his sleep he tumbled	M
Down from that ledge of rock	N2
And was so bumped and bruised he never rallied	M
But perished from the shock	N2
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And Hop o' my Thumb whose influence in high places	X
Was certain to prevail	O2
Made the kind Ogress who had hidden and fed them	Y
Duchess of Draggletail	O2