Nursery Rhyme. CXLIX. Songs.

        The north wind doth blow,
        And we shall have snow,
    And what will poor Robin do then?
                                            Poor thing!

        He'll sit in a barn,
        And to keep himself warm,
    Will hide his head under his wing.
                                            Poor thing!

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCVII. Games.

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        [The following two stanzas, although they belong to the same piece, are often found separated from each other.]

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