| Worldes bliss ne last no throwe |
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| Mercy abid and loke all day |
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| Young England's Lament |
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| The Haymaker's Roundelay |
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| Free at Last |
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| Master Going to Sell Us Tomorrow |
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| The Brown Girl |
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| Get on Board, Children |
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| Nobody Knows de Trouble I've Seen |
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| Elegiac Verses To The Memory Of John Scott of Amwell |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem