I40 NURSERY RHYMES.

 

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Dame, what makes your ducks to die
On Christmas Day in the morning?

Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,
Cannot fly, cannot fly,

Their wings are cut and they cannot fly
On Christmas Day in the morning.

 

CCXIV.

I’LL sing you a song,
Though not very long,

Yet I think it as pretty as any;
Put your hand in your purse,
You ’ll never be worse,

And give the poor singer a penny.