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  1. the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.
  2. At Haddington road corner, we halt ourselves, an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder
  3. one with a sanded tired umbrella, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.
  4. Fresh from our whiff of the briny, we trudge through Irishtown along London bridge road,
  5. the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.
  6. At Haddington road corner, we halt ourselves, an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder
  7. one with a sanded tired umbrella, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.
  8. Fresh from our whiff of the briny, we trudge through Irishtown along London bridge road,
  9. the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.
  10. At Haddington road corner, we halt ourselves, an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder
  11. one with a sanded tired umbrella, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.
  12. Fresh from our whiff of the briny, we trudge through Irishtown along London bridge road,
  13. the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.
  14. At Haddington road corner, we halt ourselves, an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder
  15. one with a sanded tired umbrella, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.
  16. Fresh from our whiff of the briny, we trudge through Irishtown along London bridge road,