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Nursery Rhyme. DCXX. Relics.

    Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
Gathering roses to give to the queen.
Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?
She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXII. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXV. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCV. Lullabies.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXX. Relics.

    Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,
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Nursery Rhyme. DCXL. Relics.

    Peg, peg, with a wooden leg,
Her father was a miller:
He tossed the dumpling at her head,
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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLVI. Relics.

    My little old man and I fell out,
I'll tell you what 'twas all about:
I had money, and he had none,
And that's the way the row begun.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCLI. Relics.

    Around the green gravel the grass grows green,
And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
And write their names with a pen and ink.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXII. Relics.

        We're all in the dumps,
For diamonds are trumps;
The kittens are gone to St. Paul's!
The babies are bit,
The moon's in a fit,
And the houses are built without walls.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXXVII. Relics.

        I had a little moppet,
I put it in my pocket,
And fed it with corn and hay;
Then came a proud beggar,
And swore he would have her,
And stole little moppet away.

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