| A Political Prophecy |
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| Shoo shuggie, owre the glen |
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| As I cam' owre the tap o' Trine |
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| Amis and Amiloun |
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| A Dainty Fine King Indeed |
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| Luffe, luffe, where is thi reste? |
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| Little Tom Tucker |
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| Eeny, meeny, manny, mo |
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| I'm a-Rollin' |
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| To the Five Principal Members of the Honourable House of Commons: The Humble Petition of the Poets |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem