Nursery Rhyme. LXXII. Tales.

    When I was a little girl, about seven years old,
    I hadn't got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold;
    So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town,
    And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown.
    I went into the woods and built me a kirk,
    And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work;
    The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone,
    The dove, with her rough bill, brought me them home;
    The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk,
    The bullfinch play'd the organ, and we made merry work.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXVI. Natural History.

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                My dear, do you know,
                How a long time ago,
                    Two poor little children,
                Whose names I don't know,
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    And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.

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    I gave him some work, and he did it very well;
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    The winds they did blow,
        The leaves they did wag;
    Along came a beggar boy,
        And put me in his bag.

    He took me up to London,
        A lady did me buy,
    Put me in a silver cage,
        And hung me up on high.

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