Nursery Rhyme. DLXXVII. Natural History.

        [Imitated from a pigeon.]

    Curr dhoo, curr dhoo,
    Love me, and I'll love you!

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Nursery Rhyme. XLIII. Literal

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Nursery Rhyme. CCIV. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXLI. Love And Matrimony.

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