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NURSERY RHYMES.

DLV.

HuRLY BURLY, trumpet trase,

The cow was in the market-place,

Some goes far, and some goes near,

But where shall this poor henchman steer?

DLVI.

ON Christmas Eve I turned the spit,

I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet.

The cock-sparrow flew over the table.
The pot began to play with the ladle.

DLVII.

Hussy, hussy, where’s your horse ?

Hussy, hussy, gone to grass!

Hussy, hussy, fetch him home,

Flussy, hussy, let him alone.

DLVIII.

PUSSY-CAT sits by the fire:
How did she come there?
In walks the little dog—
Says, “Pussy! are you there?
How do you do, Mistress Pussy?
Mistress Pussy, how d’ ye do?”