Nursery Rhyme. DCVI. Local.

    Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?
    In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.
    A half-penny pudding, a penny pie,
    A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCC. Games.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXVII. Love And Matrimony.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CXIV. Scholastic.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCCXI. Games.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

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Nursery Rhyme. DCIX. Local.

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