[The following seems to belong to the last game; but it is usually found by itself in the small books of children's rhymes.]
Sieve my lady's oatmeal,
Grind my lady's flour,
Put it in a chesnut,
Let it stand an hour;
One may rush, two may rush,
Come, my girls, walk under the bush.
Nursery Rhyme. Cclxxxviii. Games
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