Nursery Rhyme. DCXVII. Relics.

    Girls and boys, come out to play,
    The moon doth shine as bright as day;
    Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
    And come with your playfellows into the street.
    Come with a whoop, come with a call,
    Come with a good will or not at all.
    Up the ladder and down the wall,
    A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
    You find milk, and I'll find flour,
    And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCIV. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXLVIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXVIII. Paradoxes.

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