Nursery Rhyme. DCVIII. Local.

    I lost my mare in Lincoln lane,
        And couldn't tell where to find her,
    Till she came home both lame and blind,
        With never a tail behind her.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXIII. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXV. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCX. Jingles.

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