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Nursery Rhyme. CXC. Riddles.

    Made in London,
Sold at York,
Stops a bottle
And is a cork.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLIX. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXVIII. Lullabies.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXIX. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXXVI. Love And Matrimony.

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        [A Well.]

As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCXXXV. Riddles.

    I had a little castle upon the sea-side,
One half was water, the other was land;
I open'd my little castle door, and guess what I found;
I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.
The cup was gold, filled with wine;
Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine!

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXXV. Riddles.

        [A Cinder-sifter.]

A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,
A hundred eyes, and never a nose.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXCI. Riddles.

    Ten and ten and twice eleven,
Take out six and put in seven;
Go to the green and fetch eighteen,
And drop one a coming.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCIII. Riddles.

        [An egg.]

In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this strong-hold.
Yet things break in and steal the gold.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXCVIII. Riddles.

        [A plum-pudding.]

Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
Met together in a shower of rain;
Put in a bag tied round with a string,
If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.

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