[A Dorsetshire Version.] 'Twas The Twenty-Ninth Of May, 'Twas A Holiday, Four And Twenty Tailors Set Out To Hunt A Snail; The Snail Put Forth His Horns, And Roared Like A Bull, Away Ran The Tailors, And Catch The Snail Who Wull.
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