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NURSERY RHYMES,

 

LXXV.

My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind,

Went round about the house to find
A chink to get her foot in:

She tried the key-hole in the door,

She tried the crevice in the floor,
And drove the chimney soot in.

And then one night when it was dark,
She blew up such a tiny spark
That all the house was pothered :
From it she raised up such a flame
As flamed away to Belting Lane,
And White Cross folks were smothered.

And thus when once, my little dears,
A whisper reaches itching ears,

The same will come, you’ll find:
Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
Remember what old Nurse has sung

Of busy Lady Wind!

LXXVI.

OLD Abram Brown is dead and gone,
You ’ll never see him more;

He used to wear a long brown coat,
That buttoned down before.