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One, two, three, Put the cups for tea; Two, three, one, Toast a Sally-Lunn. Fanny sat down In a new gown; Emma spilt the milk Over the satin and silk, One, two, three, “Never wear silk at tea,”

(Two, three, one), So said Dimity Dunn; Ever so many slices, Bread and butter, and niceys; One, two, three, White sugar for me! Two, three, one, Now the tea’s done.