| Saw ye the Forty-Second? |
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| The Seamen's Distress |
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| This World Fares as a Fantasy |
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| The Winning of the Isle of Man |
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| Woke up Dis Mornin |
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| You Never Miss the Water |
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| Against the Friars |
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| That the earth be made safer for men, and more stable |
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| Come, come, away: the spring |
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| Catch Sung, The. And they drink about. The singers are all graybeards |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem