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| Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear |
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| Distress me with those tears no more |
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| My bonny sailor's won my mind |
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| 'Twas at the break of day we spy'd the signal to unmoor |
3-4 |
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| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear |
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| Come bustle, bustle, drink about |
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| Come, come my jolly lads |
5-6 |
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| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
6-7 |
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| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight |
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| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! |
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| Topsail shivers in the wind, The |
10 |
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| And did you not hear of a jolly young waterman |
10-11 |
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| No topsails shiver in the wind |
11-12 |
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| Sailor ploughs the stormy main, The |
12 |
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| Twelve months ago are past, since on this strand |
13 |
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| Sailor boldly ploughs the deep, The |
13-14 |
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| When up the shrouds the sailors go |
14-15 |
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| Wand'ring tar, return'd from afar, The |
15-16 |
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| All dripping wet, in wintry night |
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| Come loose every sail to the breeze |
16-17 |
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| Hail, godlike Washington |
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| Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
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| Pride of all nature was sweet Willy O, The |
23 |
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| Let the tempest of war |
24 |
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| In a mould'ring cave. where the wretch'd retreat |
24-25 |
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| How stands the glass around? |
25-26 |
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| See the conquering hero comes |
26 |
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| What a charming thing's a battle |
26-27 |
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| Hark! hark! sweet lass, the trumpet sounds |
27 |
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| My dearest life, wert thou my wife |
27-28 |
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| Come, now, all ye social pow'rs |
29 |
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| Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The |
29-30 |
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| Busy, curious, thirsty fly |
30 |
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| Banish sorrow grief and folly |
30-31 |
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| Adieu, ye jovial youths, who join |
31 |
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| In Jacky Bull, when bound for France |
32 |
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| My temples with clusters of grape I'll entwine [sic] |
32-33 |
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| Let grave divines preach up dull rules |
33 |
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| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
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| Here's to the maid of bashful fifteen |
35 |
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| Jolly mortals fill your glasses |
35 |
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| Well met, jolly fellows, well met |
36 |
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| He that will not merry merry be |
36-37 |
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| Do you hear brother sportsmen, the sound of the horn |
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| Ye sprotsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too |
37-38 |
3 |
| Last Valentine's day when bright Phoebus shone clear |
38-39 |
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| Sun from the East tips the mountains with gold, The |
39 |
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| Echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, The |
40 |
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| Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
40-41 |
6 |
| Of all the fine things that the gay celebrate |
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| What pleasure can compare, with sleighing with the fair |
42-43 |
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| Let the gay ones and great |
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| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The |
43-44 |
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| Shepherds I have lost my love |
44-45 |
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| Once more I'll tune the vocal shell |
45-46 |
5 |
| Leave, neighbours, your work, for to sport and play |
46-47 |
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| Ye married dames, who so often deplore |
47 |
5 |
| By a murmuring stream a fair shepherdess lay |
47-48 |
6 |
| At Totterdown-hill there dwelt an old pair |
48-49 |
4 |
| Guardian angel now protect me |
49-50 |
3 |
| Some how my spindle I mislaid |
50 |
3 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame |
50-51 |
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| What beauties does Flora disclose |
51-52 |
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| How blest has my time been? What joy have I known |
52 |
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| A courting I went to my love |
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| How happy a state does the miller possess |
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| When Damon languish'd at my feet |
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| My days have been so wond'rous free |
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| When innocence and beauty meet |
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| Come live with me, and be my love |
57-58 |
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| I envy not the proud their wealth |
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| In infancy our days were blest |
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| Spring was advancing, and birds were beginning, The |
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| I envy not the mighty great |
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| No glory I covet no riches I want |
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| 'Twas the morning of sweet May day |
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| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The |
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| Sure a lass in her bloom, at the age of nineteen |
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| Would you be a happy lover? |
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| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
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| When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me |
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| Since ev'ry charm on earth combin'd |
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| Oh the days when I was young |
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| How imperfect is expression |
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| Return enraptur'd hours |
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| When Delia on the plain appears |
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| From the brook and the willow forsaking the plains [sic] |
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| Why Colin, why must your Laura mourn [sic] |
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| O'er desart plains and rushy meers |
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| Why heaves my fond bosom? ah! what can it mean |
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| Adieu! ye verdant lawns and bow'rs |
73 |
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| Beneath a green grove, a lovely young swain |
73-74 |
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| As passing by a shady grove |
74 |
3 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain |
74-75 |
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| Adieu, ye groves, adieu ye plains |
75-76 |
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| Friendship to ev'ry gen'rous mind |
76-77 |
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| Since love is the plan |
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| Lovely nymph now cease to languish |
77-78 |
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| I Delia's beauties would disclose |
78-79 |
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| No shepherdess of all the plain |
79 |
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| I sing the beauties that adorn |
80 |
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| Hyla's the sweetest maid on earth |
80-81 |
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| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The |
81 |
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| Were I as poor as wretch can be |
81 |
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| All on the pleasant banks of Tweed |
82 |
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| Lord! sir! you seem mighty uneasy |
83 |
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| Say, little foolish, fluttering thing |
83 |
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| My Jockey is the blithest lad |
83-84 |
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| Was I a shepherd's maid, to keep |
84 |
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| My shepherd is gone far away o'er the plain |
84-85 |
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| From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise |
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| Maidens, let your lovers languish |
85-86 |
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| I'll sing of my lover all night and day |
86 |
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| As my cow I was milking just now in the vale |
87 |
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| From morning till night, and wherever I go |
87-88 |
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| Lord, what care I for mam and dad? |
88 |
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| Tho' prudence may press me |
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| Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The |
89 |
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| That Jenny's my friend, my delight, and my pride |
90 |
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| Believe my sighs, my tears, my dear |
90-91 |
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| Ye happy nymph, whose harmless hearts |
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| 'Twas near a thickset's calm retreat [sic] |
91-92 |
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| Contentment, hail thou princely gem |
92 |
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| When Werter first fair Charlotte saw |
93 |
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| 'Twas at the cool and fragrant hour |
93-94 |
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| Balmy zephirs breath'd their store, The |
94 |
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| Nymphs and swains in circles gay, The |
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| Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r, The |
95 |
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| Stream that glides in murmurs by, The |
96-97 |
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| If love's a sweet passion, how can it torment? |
97-98 |
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| When youth mature, to manhood grew |
98 |
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| Fair Kitty's charms, young Johnny took |
99 |
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| Flow'r of females, beauty's queen, The |
99-100 |
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| As Jockey sat down by Jenny one day |
100 |
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| Let others Damon's praise rehearse |
101 |
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| Stray not to those distant scenes |
101-102 |
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| Morn was fair, the month was May, The |
102 |
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| I sought the fair throughout the valley |
103 |
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| Kiss that he gave me, when he left me behind, The |
103-104 |
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| Young Willy woo'd me long in vain |
104 |
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| Arise, my royal nymph of May |
104-105 |
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| Charming village-maid |
105-106 |
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| Blow on ye winds, descend soft rain |
106 |
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| Young Lubin was a shepherd boy |
106-107 |
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| Blithe Colin, a pretty young swain |
107-108 |
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| Time, like the winged courser, flies |
108 |
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| Sun was sinking in the West, The |
108-109 |
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| Where rural cots appear to sight |
109-110 |
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| Ma chere amie, my charming fair |
110 |
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| Fair Kitty, beautiful and young |
111 |
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| Like my dear swain, no youth you'd see |
111-112 |
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| My love the pride of hill and plain |
112 |
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| O! Nancy wilt thou gang wi' me |
113 |
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| At the sound of the horn |
114 |
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| When the blush of Aurora first tinges the plain |
114-115 |
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| Hark, hark, from the woodlands the loud-swelling horn |
115 |
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| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
115-116 |
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| Away to the copse lead away |
116-117 |
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| When morning peeps forth, and the zephir's cool gale |
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| Blush of Aurora now tinges the morn, The |
117-118 |
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| Give round the word dismount, dismount |
118-119 |
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| Hark, away! 'tis the merry-ton'd horn |
119 |
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| Hark! hark! the joy-inspiring horn |
119-120 |
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| Huntsman's abroad e'er the lark wakes the morn, The |
120 |
3 |
| To horse ye jolly sportsmen |
121-122 |
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| Hark, hark ye, how echoes the horn in the vale |
122 |
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| Away to the field, see the morning looks gay |
122-123 |
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| Hark, hark, to the sound of the sweet winding horn |
123 |
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| When join'd in the chase, sly Reynard in view |
123-124 |
2 |
| This bleak and frosty morning |
124-125 |
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| Hark! forward, away, my brave boys to the chase |
125 |
3 |
| Stag through the forest, when rous'd by the horn, The |
125 |
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| Ye sluggards, who murder your lifetime in sleep |
126 |
3 |
| By moonlight on the green |
126-127 |
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| Young Sandy is not rich, but has won my fond heart |
127-128 |
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| It was upon a Lammas night |
128-129 |
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| Behind yon hill where Stinchar flows |
129-130 |
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| What lover is he that has nothing to give |
130 |
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| All you who would wish to succeed with a lass |
130-131 |
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| Come cease all your pother, about this or that |
131-132 |
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| When kind friends expect a song |
132-133 |
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| When I awake with painful brow |
132-133 |
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| Ye bucks and ye bloods, who love tipling and smoaking |
134 |
8 |
| Dear heart! what a terrible life am I led! |
135 |
2 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee |
135-136 |
4 |
| There are grinders enough, sir, of ev'ry degree |
136 |
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