Wrangham
: PLACES AND FAMILIES: Popular Rhymes And Nursery Tales
Swing'em, swang'em, bells at Wrangham,
Three dogs in a string, hang'em, hang'em.
A hit at the Cheshire provincial pronunciation of the ng.
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