Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXIX. Natural History.

    Little boy blue, come blow up your horn,
    The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;
    Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
    He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.
    Will you wake him? No, not I;
    For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

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Domestic Relations

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXII. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCIII. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXXVII. Songs.

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    Bah, bah, black sheep,
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXIV. Natural History.

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

    Snail, snail, shut out your horns;
        Father and mother are dead:
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXIV. Natural History.

    Hurly, burly, trumpet trase,
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Nursery Rhyme. DLI. Natural History.

    I had a little cow, to save her,
    I turned her into the meadow to graze her;
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXVIII. Natural History.

        [A north country version of a very common nursery rhyme, sung by a child, who imitates the crowing of a cock.]

    Cock-a-doodle-do,
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