Nursery Rhyme. CIX. Proverbs.

    The fair maid who, the first of May,
    Goes to the fields at break of day,
    And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree
    Will ever after handsome be.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXVII. Love And Matrimony.

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Nursery Rhyme. VI. Historical

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Nursery Rhyme. DV. Natural History.

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        Kind sir, says she;
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Nursery Rhyme. CIII. Proverbs.


            In July,
    Some reap rye;
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    If one will not the other must.

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    He that goes to see his wheat in May,
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Nursery Rhyme. XCIX. Proverbs.

    As the days grow longer,
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Nursery Rhyme. XCVIII. Proverbs.

    A sunshiny shower,
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Nursery Rhyme. DCLI. Relics.

    Around the green gravel the grass grows green,
    And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
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