Nursery Rhyme. DCIV. Local.

    A man went a hunting at Reigate,
    And wished to leap over a high gate;
    Says the owner, "Go round,
    With your gun and your hound,
    For you never shall leap over my gate."

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXIII. Scholastic.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXIV. Lullabies.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CXXV. Scholastic.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCXCVIII. Games.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXVII. Natural History.

    Leg over leg,
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Nursery Rhyme. DCX. Local.

    Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?
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Nursery Rhyme. DCV. Local.

    Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,
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Nursery Rhyme. DCVIII. Local.

    I lost my mare in Lincoln lane,
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Nursery Rhyme. DCXI. Relics.

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