Nursery Rhyme. DXLVII. Natural History.

    Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,
    Pussy cat eat the dumplings.
            Mamma stood by,
            And cried, Oh, fie!
    Why did you eat the dumplings?

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXI. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXVII. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXV. Jingles.

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        Pussy cat Mole,
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Nursery Rhyme. DXIII. Natural History.

    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
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Nursery Rhyme. DXXX. Natural History.

    Hie hie, says Anthony,
    Puss in the pantry
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Nursery Rhyme. DXXVI. Natural History.

    Pussy sat by the fire-side
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Nursery Rhyme. DLIII. Natural History.

    Pussy sits behind the fire,
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Nursery Rhyme. DXL. Natural History.

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    Pussy came to her and bid her good ev'n,
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