Nursery Rhyme. DCXXVI. Relics.

    Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
        I'll go with you, if I may.
    I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing,
        I'm going to help them make hay.

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Society

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXVI. Jingles.

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Courtship

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Nursery Rhyme. CXV. Scholastic.

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