Nursery Rhyme. DXCIX. Local.

    King's Sutton is a pretty town,
        And lies all in a valley;
    There is a pretty ring of bells,
        Besides a bowling-alley:
    Wine and liquor in good store,
        Pretty maidens plenty;
    Can a man desire more?
        There ain't such a town in twenty.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCV. Games.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. DXCVII. Accumulative Stories.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCCLVI. Games.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. XX. Historical

Unknown , Simple Poetry

English

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