Stranica 214 [214]
OCR
MOTHER GOOSES NURSERY RHYMES. 208 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.
