| To a Hurricane, At My Window |
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| What saw the Cotton-spinners? |
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| As I went up the apple tree |
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| Ring-a-ring o'roses |
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| I'm not a butcher |
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| Feetikin, feetikin |
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| As I looked ower my window at ten o'clock at nicht |
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| A Southern Sketch |
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| The Man in the wilderness asked of me |
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| 'Twas Rollog, and the Minim Potes |
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