Nursery Rhyme. DLXVI. Natural History.

    I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
    She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:
    She went to the mill to fetch me some flour;
    She brought it home in less than an hour;
    She baked me my bread, she brew'd me my ale,
    She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXIV. Lullabies.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXLI. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXLII. Charms.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXV. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXII. Natural History.

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