Poem by Anonymous

Limerick. “A wandering tribe, called the Siouxs…”

A wandering tribe, called the Siouxs, 
Wear moccasins, having no shiouxs.
	They are made of buckskin,
	With the fleshy side in, 
Embroidered with beads of bright hyiouxs. 

1. Kitty of Coleraine
2. The Haws of Cromdale
3. Now, Robin, Lend to Me Thy Bow
4. The Guard-Chamber
5. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement

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