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Nursery Rhyme. CVII. Proverbs.

    Friday night's dream
On the Saturday told,
Is sure to come true,
Be it never so old.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXVII. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXXII. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. DIV. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXIII. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXIX. Proverbs.

        [One version of the following song, which I believe to be the genuine one, is written on the last leaf of MS. Harl. 6580, between the lines of a fragment of an old charter, originally used for binding the book, in a hand of the end of the seventeenth century, but unfortunately it is scarcely adapted for the "ears polite" of modern days.]

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Is like a garden full of weeds;
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It's like a stick across you...

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