Nursery Rhyme. CCLVII. Gaffers And Gammers.

    A little old man and I fell out;
    How shall we bring this matter about?
    Bring it about as well as you can,
    Get you gone, you little old man!

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Nursery Rhyme. DLVIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXXVII. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXII. Gaffers And Gammers.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXVI. Gaffers And Gammers.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXIII. Gaffers And Gammers.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXII. Gaffers And Gammers.

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