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A Henry VIII. rhyme:--

"My pretty little one, my pretty honey one,
She is a jolly one, and as gentle as can be;
With a beck she comes anon,
With a wink and she is gone."

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"Peg, Peg, with a wooden leg,
Her father was a miller;
He tossed a dumpling at her head,
And swore that he would kill her."

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"Round about, round about
Maggotty pie (magpie),
My father loves good ale,
And so do I."

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"Old father long-legs will not say his prayers,
Take him by the left leg and throw him downstairs."

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"Half a pound of twopenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle,
Stir it up and make it nice,
Pop goes the weasel."

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In 1754 mothers used to say to their children--

"Come when you're called,
Do what you're bid,
Shut the door after you,
Never be chid."

A GAME.

"A great big wide-mouth waddling frog,
Two pudding ends would choke a dog."

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"Little Nanny Natty Coat
Has a white petticoat,
The longer she lives
The shorter she grows."

_Answer_--A candle.

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"As I was going down Sandy Lane I met a man who had seven wives; each
wife had a bag, each bag held a cat, each cat a kit. Now riddle-me-ree,
how many were going down Sandy Lane?"

_Answer_--One going down; the others were going up.

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"There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread,
And whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed."

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"Robert Rowley rolled a round roll round,
A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round;
Round rolled the round roll Robert Rowley rolled round."

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