Nursery Rhyme. DXXXIII. Natural History.

        [The following stanza is of very considerable antiquity, and is common in Yorkshire.]

    Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home,
    Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,
    All but one that ligs under a stone,
    Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCLI. Relics.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CXII. Scholastic.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXIX. Paradoxes.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Preaching

Unknown , Simple Poetry

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