Nursery Rhyme. DXXVII. Natural History.

    Little Robin Red-breast
        Sat upon a rail:
    Niddle naddle went his head,
        Wiggle waggle went his tail.

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Nursery Rhyme. VIII. Historical

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLVII. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXIV. Natural History.

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