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Nursery Rhyme. DLXV. Natural History.

    Snail, snail, shut out your horns;
Father and mother are dead:
Brother and sister are in the back yard,
Begging for barley bread.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXVII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCI. Love And Matrimony.

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Nursery Rhyme. XV. Historical

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXX. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLX. Natural History.

    Snail, snail, put out your horns,
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXIII. Natural History.

    See, saw, Margery Daw,
The old hen flew over the malt house,
She counted her chickens one by one,
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And this is it, this is it, this is it.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXV. Natural History.

    Bah, bah, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full:
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
But none for the little boy
Who cries in the lane.

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Nursery Rhyme. DX. Natural History.

        [A Dorsetshire version.]

'Twas the twenty-ninth of May, 'twas a holiday,
Four and twenty tailors set out to hunt a snail;
The snail put forth his horns, and roared like a bull,
Away ran the tailors, and catch the snail who wull.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXIV. Natural History.

    There was a little boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;
An owl came out and flew about,
And the little boy ran away.

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Nursery Rhyme. DL. Natural History.

    The winds they did blow,
The leaves they did wag;
Along came a beggar boy,
And put me in his bag.

He took me up to London,
A lady did me buy,
Put me in a silver cage,
And hung me up on high.

With apples by the fire,
And nuts for to crack,
Besides a little feather bed
To rest my little back.

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