Nursery Rhyme. DCXLIII. Relics.

    Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
    That the miller may grind his corn;
    That the baker may take it,
    And into rolls make it,
    And send us some hot in the morn.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXXV. Songs.

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