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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLV. Relics.
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Wash, hands, wash,
Daddy's gone to plough,
If you want your hands wash'd,
Have them wash'd now.
[A formula for making young children submit to the operation of having their hands washed. Mutatis mutandis, the lines will serve as a specific for everything of the kind, as brushing hair, & c.]
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