Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCIX. Natural History.

    I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,
    It carried me to the mill-door, trod, trod, trod;
    When I got there I gave a great shout,
    Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out.
    Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast,
    He would not come to my house, I made a little feast,
    I had but little, but I would give him some,
    For playing of his bag-pipes and beating his drum.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXXVI. Songs.

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        Here goes my lord
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        Here goes my lady
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