Nursery Rhyme. DCLVII. Relics.

    To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake,
    Back again, back again, baby is late;
    To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun,
    Back again, back again, market is done.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLIV. Relics.

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