Here we come a piping,
First in spring, and then in May;
The queen she sits upon the sand,
Fair as a lily, white as a wand:
King John has sent you letters three,
And begs you'll read them unto me. -
We can't read one without them all,
So pray, Miss Bridget, deliver the ball!
Nursery Rhyme. Cccxlv. Games
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