Nursery Rhyme. CLXXXIII. Riddles.

        [Ann.]

    There was a girl in our towne,
    Silk an' satin was her gowne,
    Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet,
    Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXVI. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. XCV. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXCIII. Games.

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