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Nursery Rhyme. CXCIII. Riddles.
By Unknown
[A swarm of bees.]
As I was going o'er Tipple Tine,
I met a flock of bonny swine;
Some green-lapp'd,
Some green-back'd;
They were the very bonniest swine
That e'er went over Tipple Tine.
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