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Nursery Rhyme. DXCVIII. Local.

    There was a little nobby colt,
His name was Nobby Gray;
His head was made of pouce straw,
His tail was made of hay;
He could ramble, he could trot,
He could carry a mustard-pot,
Round the town of Woodstock,
Hey, Jenny, hey!

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXXIV. Natural History.

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Epitaphs

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXVII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXLIII. Natural History.

    Cock Robin got up early,
At the break of day,
And went to Jenny's window,
To sing a roundelay.

He sang Cock Robin's love
To the pretty Jenny Wren,
And when he got unto the end,
Then he began again.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCX. Local.

    Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?
Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,
Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXCVIII. Games.

    Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
To buy little Johnny a galloping-horse;
It trots behind, and it ambles before,
And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXVII. Natural History.

    Little Robin Red-breast
Sat upon a rail:
Niddle naddle went his head,
Wiggle waggle went his tail.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCIX. Local.

    Cripple Dick upon a stick,
And Sandy on a sow,
Riding away to Galloway,
To buy a pound o' woo.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXLI. Natural History.

            Shoe the colt,
Shoe the colt,
Shoe the wild mare,
Here a nail,
There a nail,
Yet she goes bare.

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