Nursery Rhyme. DCLVIII. Relics.

    St. Thomas's-day is past and gone,
        And Christmas is a-most a-come,
                Maidens arise,
                And make your pies,
        And save poor tailor Bobby some.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCC. Games.

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Husbands

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLV. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXVII. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXXIV. Relics.

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