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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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXVIII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXI. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCL. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXI. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXVIII. Riddles.

    Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,
    Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.
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Nursery Rhyme. LXXI. Tales.

    Tommy kept a chandler's shop,
    Richard went to buy a mop,
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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:

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Nursery Rhyme. IV. Historical

        [The following lines were obtained in Oxfordshire. The story to which it alludes is related by Matthew Paris.]

    One moonshiny night
    As I sat high,
    Waiting for one
    To come by;
    The boughs did bend,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXV. Paradoxes.

    Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,
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