Nursery Rhyme. DLXXV. Natural History.

    There was an old woman had three cows,
            Rosy, and Colin, and Dun;
    Rosy and Colin were sold at the fair,
    And Dun broke his head in a fit of despair
    And there was an end of her three cows,
            Rosy, and Colin, and Dun.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXV. Natural History.

    Bah, bah, black sheep,
        Have you any wool?
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DVII. Natural History.

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    "Patchy Dolly."
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Nursery Rhyme. DXXXIII. Natural History.

        [The following stanza is of very considerable antiquity, and is common in Yorkshire.]

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