Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXV. Natural History.

    Bah, bah, black sheep,
        Have you any wool?
    Yes, marry, have I,
        Three bags full:
    One for my master,
        And one for my dame,
    But none for the little boy
        Who cries in the lane.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLVI. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXVI. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXV. Scholastic.

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