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Hooray ! hooray ! for the load of hay
Our oxen are bringing home.
Both cuck and bright tug with all their might,
When back from the fields they come !
When "Gee!" you say, they tur this way,
When "Haw!" to the left they Go !

Three peaceful geese were wandering
Around a farmer's yard,
When all at once a boy appeared
And threw stones, very hard !
Now that's a naughty thing to do,
And so these geese thought, too !