Boston

There was a young lady from Boston,
A two-horned dilemma was tossed on,
    As to which was the best,
    To be rich in the west
Or poor and peculiar in Boston.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXXV. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXVII. Paradoxes.

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