Nursery Rhyme. LVII. Tales.

    Little King Boggen he built a fine hall.
    Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
    The windows were made of black-puddings and white,
    And slated with pancakes - you ne'er saw the like.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXVIII. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLV. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. II. Historical

    When good king Arthur ruled this land,
        He was a goodly king;
    He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
        To make a bag-pudding.

    A bag-pudding the king did make,
        And stuff'd it well with plums:
    And in it put great lumps of fat,
        As big as my two thumbs.

    The king and queen did eat thereof,
        And noblemen beside;
    And what they could not eat that night,
        The queen next morning fried.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXV. Paradoxes.

    Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,
    There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger;
    Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack,
    A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLIV. Games.

    I can make diet bread,
        Thick and thin;
    I can make diet bread,
        Fit for the king.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCVII. Natural History.

    I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,
    I gave him some work, and he did it very well;
    I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,
    He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin;
    I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,
    He tumbled down and fell in a rage;
    I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,
    He came up again and said there was none there.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXVI. Tales.

        [The following two stanzas, although they belong to the same piece, are often found separated from each other.]

    Robin and Richard were two pretty men;
    They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
    Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky,
    Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high:

    The bull's in the barn threshing the corn,
    The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn,
    The cat's at the fire frying of fish,
    The dog's in the pantry breading his dish.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXVII. Tales.

        The man in the moon,
        Came tumbling down,
    And ask'd his way to Norwich,
        He went by the south,
        And burnt his mouth
    With supping cold pease-porridge.

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