Nursery Rhyme. DXIV. Natural History.

    I had a little dog, and they called him Buff;
    I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;
    But he lost the bag, and spill'd the snuff,
    So take that cuff, and that's enough.

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Nursery Rhyme. LI. Tales.

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Nursery Rhyme. XCIII. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. XCVII. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXL. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXVIII. Natural History.

    Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out,
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    And fetch my little dame home again!
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Nursery Rhyme. DX. Natural History.

        [A Dorsetshire version.]

    'Twas the twenty-ninth of May, 'twas a holiday,
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXVII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXV. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLX. Natural History.

    Snail, snail, put out your horns,
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