Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCVI. Lullabies.

    Bye, baby bunting,
    Daddy's gone a hunting,
    To get a little hare's skin
    To wrap a baby bunting in.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXX. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXIV. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXIV. Riddles.

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