Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXIV. Natural History.

    I had a little pony,
        His name was Dapple-gray,
    I lent him to a lady,
        To ride a mile away;
    She whipped him, she slashed him,
        She rode him through the mire;
    I would not lend my pony now
        For all the lady's hire.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXLVIII. Charms.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXIII. Songs.

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Truth

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXLVI. Charms.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXVI. Natural History.

    Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXVIII. Natural History.

    Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out,
    My little dame is not at home!
    I'll saddle my cock, and bridle my hen,
    And fetch my little dame home again!
    Home she came, tritty trot,
    She asked for the porridge she left in the pot;
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Nursery Rhyme. DXXXVII. Natural History.

As I went to Bonner,
        I met a pig
        Without a wig,
Upon my word and honour.

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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;
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXVII. Natural History.

    Leg over leg,
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        Jump he went over.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCIX. Natural History.

    I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,
    It carried me to the mill-door, trod, trod, trod;
    When I got there I gave a great shout,
    Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out.
    Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast,
    He would not come to my house, I made a little feast,
    I had but little, but I would give him some,
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