TWO little maids went out one day,
And really it was shocking !
They met poor Tommy on the way,
With holes in either stocking.
They sat down on a low stone seat,
And to and fro kept rocking,
While they knitted, swift and neat,
Each of them a stocking.
And sweet they sang a little song,
The dickie-birds kept mocking ;
And Tommy wished that all day long
They’d sit and knit a stocking.

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