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Nursery Rhyme. DXXXIII. Natural History.
By Unknown
[The following stanza is of very considerable antiquity, and is common in Yorkshire.]
Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home,
Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,
All but one that ligs under a stone,
Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone.
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