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;
    Some she ate and some she shod,
    And some she gave to the truckler's dog;
    She took up the ladle and knocked its head,
    And now poor Dapsy dog is dead!

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXII. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. XXX. Literal

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXIX. Gaffers And Gammers.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXXVII. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXXIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXVII. Natural History.

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