Nursery Rhyme. CLVI. Songs.

        [The following lines are part of an old song, the whole of which may be found in 'Deuteromelia,' 1609, and also in MS. Additional, 5336, fol. 5.]

    Of all the gay birds that e'er I did see,
    The owl is the fairest by far to me;
    For all the day long she sits on a tree,
    And when the night comes away flies she.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLIX. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXLIII. Charms.

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Men

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXVII. Riddles.

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        [From W. Wager's play, called 'The longer thou livest, the more foole thou art,' 4to, Lond.]

    The white dove sat on the castle wall,
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Nursery Rhyme. CLXII. Songs.

        [The following catch is found in Ben Jonson's 'Masque of Oberon,' and is a most common nursery song at the present day.]

    Buz, quoth the blue fly,
        Hum, quoth the bee,
    Buz and hum they cry,
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXIII. Natural History.

    See, saw, Margery Daw,
    The old hen flew over the malt house,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCV. Natural History.

    The cuckoo's a fine bird,
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Nursery Rhyme. DXVII. Natural History.

    There was an owl lived in an oak,
        Wisky, wasky, weedle;
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        Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXIV. Songs.

    There were two birds sat on a stone,
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        Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
    The other flew after, and then there was none,
        Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
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