Nursery Rhyme. DCXX. Relics.

    Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
    Gathering roses to give to the queen.
    Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?
    She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXI. Gaffers And Gammers.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXIII. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXVII. Scholastic.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLI. Relics.

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