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Nursery Rhyme. DXXXVII. Natural History.

As I went to Bonner,
I met a pig
Without a wig,
Upon my word and honour.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXIV. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLVIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCIX. Local.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXIX. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXIV. Natural History.

    Dickery, dickery, dare,
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Dickery, dickery, dare.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXVII. Natural History.

    Leg over leg,
As the dog went to Dover;
When he came to a stile,
Jump he went over.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXVI. Natural History.

    I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:
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She brought it home in less than an hour;
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Nursery Rhyme. DXXVII. Natural History.

    Little Robin Red-breast
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Wiggle waggle went his tail.

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