Misers

There was an old man of Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket;
    But his daughter, named Nan,
    Ran away with a man -
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCII. Lullabies.

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Nursery Rhyme. XVIII. Historical

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLIV. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXVII. Riddles.

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