Nursery Rhyme. LXVIII. Tales.

    Old Abram Brown is dead and gone,
        You'll never see him more;
    He used to wear a long brown coat,
        That button'd down before.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXCIX. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. LIV. Tales.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLVI. Relics.

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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.]

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        And one for my dame,
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