Nursery Rhyme. CCXCV. Games.

    See, Saw, Margery Daw,
    Sold her bed and lay upon straw;
    Was not she a dirty slut,
    To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXII. Paradoxes.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXV. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXIV. Natural History.

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    See, saw, Margery Daw,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXVII. Games.

    See-saw, jack a daw,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLIII. Games.

        [The two following are fragments of a game called "The Lady of the Land," a complete version of which has not fallen in my way.]

    Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCXCII. Games.

    Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXIII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXVIII. Games.

        [The following seems to belong to the last game; but it is usually found by itself in the small books of children's rhymes.]

    Sieve my lady's oatmeal,
        Grind my lady's flour,
    Put it in a chesnut,
        Let it stand an hour;
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