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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Nursery Rhyme. CCXLI. Charms.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCXXXVIII. Charms.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Pleasure

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. LXIII. Tales.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

English

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