Nursery Rhyme. LXXXV. Proverbs.

    See a pin and pick it up,
    All the day you'll have good luck;
    See a pin and let it lay,
    Bad luck you'll have all the day!

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Nursery Rhyme. DXLVII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXV. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. XIII. Historical

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXVIII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXIX. Proverbs.

        [One version of the following song, which I believe to be the genuine one, is written on the last leaf of MS. Harl. 6580, between the lines of a fragment of an old charter, originally used for binding the book, in a hand of the end of the seventeenth century, but unfortunately it is scarcely adapted for the "ears polite" of modern days.]

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