Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXVIII. Love And Matrimony.

    There was a little maid, and she was afraid,
    That her sweetheart would come unto her;
    So she went to bed, and cover'd up her head
    And fasten'd the door with a skewer.

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Pleasure

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Nursery Rhyme. DXCVII. Accumulative Stories.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXI. Lullabies.

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Mistaken Identity

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXVIII. Love And Matrimony.

    On Saturday night,
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    To powder my locks
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXLII. Love And Matrimony.

    It's once I courted as pretty a lass,
    As ever your eyes did see;
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    She never will do for me.
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXLVII. Love And Matrimony.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXXVII. Love And Matrimony.

    There was a little pretty lad,
        And he lived by himself,
    And all the meat he got
        He put upon a shelf.

    The rats and the mice
        Did lead him such a life,
    That he went to Ireland
        To get himself a wife.

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        And the fields they were so narrow,
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            I am a pretty wench,
            And I come a great way hence,
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            Can get sweethearts enow,
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