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... my love , So will our hearts decay ; So make yourself content , my love , Till God calls you away . " If you 20 25 The Bitter Withy As it fell out on a Holy day , The drops of rain did fall , did fall , Our Saviour ...
... my love , So will our hearts decay ; So make yourself content , my love , Till God calls you away . " If you 20 25 The Bitter Withy As it fell out on a Holy day , The drops of rain did fall , did fall , Our Saviour ...
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I know my state , both full of shame and scorn , Conceived in sin , and unto labor born , Standing with fear , and must with horror fall , And destined unto judgment , after all . I feel my grief too , and there scarce is ground Upon my ...
I know my state , both full of shame and scorn , Conceived in sin , and unto labor born , Standing with fear , and must with horror fall , And destined unto judgment , after all . I feel my grief too , and there scarce is ground Upon my ...
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15 20 And now our fairy decorator brightens his shop for fall ; his fishnet's filled with orange cork , orange , his cobbler's bench and awl ; there is no money in his work , he'd rather marry . One dark night , my Tudor Ford climbed ...
15 20 And now our fairy decorator brightens his shop for fall ; his fishnet's filled with orange cork , orange , his cobbler's bench and awl ; there is no money in his work , he'd rather marry . One dark night , my Tudor Ford climbed ...
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PART | 3 |
Sir Patrick Spens | 40 |
The Bitter Withy | 46 |
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