Nursery Rhyme. XXVIII. Historical

            Little General Monk
            Sat upon a trunk,
    Eating a crust of bread;
            There fell a hot coal
            And burnt in his clothes a hole,
    Now General Monk is dead.
            Keep always from the fire:
            If it catch your attire,
    You too, like Monk, will be dead.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXIX. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXII. Gaffers And Gammers.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXI. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCIII. Lullabies.

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Nursery Rhyme. XXVI. Historical

        [From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 19, written in the time of Charles I. It appears from MS. Harl. 390, fol. 85, that these verses were written in 1626, against the Duke of Buckingham.]

    There was a monkey climb'd up a tree,
    When he fell down, then down fell he.

    There was a crow sat on a stone,
    When he was gone, then there was none.

    There was an old wife did eat an apple,
    When she had eat two, she had eat a couple.

    There was a horse going to the mill,
    When he went on, he stood not still.

    There was a butcher cut his thumb,
    When it did bleed, then blood did come.

    There was a lackey ran a race,
    When he ran fast, he ran apace.

    There was a cobbler clowting shoon,
    When they were...

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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. LIII. Tales.

    There was a man, and he had naught,
        And robbers came to rob him;
    He crept up to the chimney pot,
        And then they thought they had him.

    But he got down on t'other side,
        And then they could not find him;
    He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
        And never look'd behind him.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXVI. Natural History.

    Pussy sat by the fire-side
    In a basket full of coal-dust;
    Bas-
    ket,
    Coal-
    dust,
    In a basket full of coal-dust!

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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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Nursery Rhyme. XXVII. Historical

        [The following may possibly allude to King George and the Pretender.]

    Jim and George were two great lords,
        They fought all in a churn;
    And when that Jim got George by the nose,
        Then George began to gern.

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