I saw a ship a sailing.
Sailing on the sea.
And it was all laden with pretty things for thee.
There were comfits in the cabin and apples in the hold.
The masts were made of silver and the sails were made of gold.
and....
Hark hark the dogs do bark.
Beggars are coming to town.
Some in jags, and some in rags,
And some in velvet gowns.
I don't know. When I feel a bit wistful , Mother Goose seems to help.
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