Nursery Rhyme. DXXXVII. Natural History.

As I went to Bonner,
        I met a pig
        Without a wig,
Upon my word and honour.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXIV. Tales.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXVII. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLV. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXIII. Natural History.

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