25 April 2024

As I Was Going to St Ives

Today is the Feast of St Ives. I learnt this rhyme at my Nan's knee.

As I was going to St Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St Ives?

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