Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXVI. Natural History.

    Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?
    Hussy, hussy, gone to grass!
    Hussy, hussy, fetch him home,
    Hussy, hussy, let him alone.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXVII. Games.

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