Nursery Rhyme. XLIX. Tales.

    Solomon Grundy,
    Born on a Monday,
    Christened on Tuesday,
    Married on Wednesday,
    Took ill on Thursday,
    Worse on Friday,
    Died on Saturday,
    Buried on Sunday:
    This is the end
    Of Solomon Grundy.

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Nursery Rhyme. II. Historical

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXV. Songs.

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