| Farewell |
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| The Philosophic Flight |
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| Fond man, you've had of life your fill |
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| Beneath the branch of the green may |
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| Fair is her body, bright her eye |
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| In this merry morn of May |
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| My love for him shall be |
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| They lied, those lying traitors all |
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| I found at daybreak yester morn |
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| Maid Marjory sits at the castle gate |
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