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The Song Book |
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XLI
COME SWEET LASS |
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On our green The loons are sporting, Piping, courting:
On our green The blithest lads are seen :
There, all day, Our lassies dance and play, And ev'ry one is gay But I, when you're away.
From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1699. Tune Greenwich Park. |
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