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NURSERY RHYMES.

 

As it fell out they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.

Now, had these children been at home,
Or sliding on dry ground,

Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not all been drowned.

You parents all that children have,
And you that have got none,

ff you would have them safe abroad,
Pray keep them safe at home.

CCCCLIX.

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.

CCCCLX.

I wouid if I coud,

If i cowdn’t, how cou’d I?

I coudn’t, without I cou’d, cowd I?
Cou’d you, without you cou’d, cou’d ye?
Cou’d ye, cou’d ye?

Cou’d you, without you coud, cou’d ye?