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Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
He will be beloved when he is no more.
He will be beloved when he is no more.
It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.
It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.
Truth and oyle are ever above.
Truth and oyle are ever above.
Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it.
Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it.
Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.
Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.
My soul is dark! oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear.
My soul is dark! oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear.
To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.
To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.
