| Submit, bunch of grapes |
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| Enter the Masque and the Song - |
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| So, so |
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| Come, follow your leader, follow |
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| They all join hands and dance in a ring, answering all together at the Chorus - |
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| They sing - |
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| My love and I a bargain made |
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| Sylvia discovered in her bower singing - |
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| The First Fytte |
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| Sigh, shepherds, sigh |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem