Nursery Rhyme. DL. Natural History.

    The winds they did blow,
        The leaves they did wag;
    Along came a beggar boy,
        And put me in his bag.

    He took me up to London,
        A lady did me buy,
    Put me in a silver cage,
        And hung me up on high.

    With apples by the fire,
        And nuts for to crack,
    Besides a little feather bed
        To rest my little back.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCVI. Natural History. [A provincial version of CCCCXCV.]

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXVIII. Paradoxes.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLVIII. Natural History.

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