Nursery Rhyme. DLXV. Natural History.

    Snail, snail, shut out your horns;
        Father and mother are dead:
    Brother and sister are in the back yard,
        Begging for barley bread.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXXIII. Love And Matrimony. [Cumberland courtship.]

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXVII. Lullabies.

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Nursery Rhyme. DVIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXIII. Natural History.

    See, saw, Margery Daw,
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXV. Natural History.

    Bah, bah, black sheep,
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    Yes, marry, have I,
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Nursery Rhyme. DX. Natural History.

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    'Twas the twenty-ninth of May, 'twas a holiday,
    Four and twenty tailors set out to hunt a snail;
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXIV. Natural History.

    There was a little boy went into a barn,
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Nursery Rhyme. DL. Natural History.

    The winds they did blow,
        The leaves they did wag;
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        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.

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        And nuts for to crack,
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        To rest my little back.

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