Stranica 214 [214]
MOTHER GOOSES NURSERY RHYMES.
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lest ever seen,
I had a little Hen, the prett
She washed me the dishes and kept the house clean;
She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
She brought it home in less than an hour;
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.