Nursery Rhyme. DLVII. Natural History.

    How d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou,
    Little Tom Tinker's dog! what's that to thou?
    Hiss! bow, a wow, wow!

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLIX. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXVI. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXVII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXIV. Natural History.

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