Nursery Rhyme. DXLIX. Natural History.

    Little Bob Robin,
    Where do you live?
    Up in yonder wood, sir,
    On a hazel twig.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXVIII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXVII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXVIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. D. Natural History.

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    Little Robin flew away;
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Nursery Rhyme. DLVIII. Natural History.

    Bobbin-a-Bobbin bent his bow,
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXIX. Natural History.

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