Nursery Rhyme. CLXI. Songs.

    Wooley Foster has gone to sea,
    With silver buckles at his knee,
    When he comes back he'll marry me, -
            Bonny Wooley Foster!

    Wooley Foster has a cow,
    Black and white about the mow,
    Open the gates and let her through,
            Wooley Foster's ain cow!

    Wooley Foster has a hen,
    Cockle button, cockle ben,
    She lay eggs for gentlemen,
            But none for Wooley Foster!

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXII. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLV. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLIII. Songs.

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