| Enter Ariadna, and Titterus after her singing - |
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| I am a poor tiler in simple array |
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| Tom Tiler, Tom Tiler |
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| The Mill a, the Mill a |
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| Hurly, hurly, roon the table |
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| Lenten stuff is come to the town |
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| Country Clown - |
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| A Branch of the apple-tree from Emain |
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| Quaker - |
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| The Universal Motive |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem