Nursery Rhyme. DCI. Local.

        [The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in his time by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called Leap Candle, which is now obsolete.]

    The tailor of Bicester,
        He has but one eye;
    He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,
        If he were to try.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXII. Games.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. DXLV. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXIV. Jingles.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCII. Lullabies.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

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