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THE CRIES OF THE DEAD |
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To the tune of Ned Smith. |
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I MEe thinkes I heare a grone, of death and deadly dole, Assending from the graue
of a poore silly soule : Of a poore silly soule,
vntimely made away, Come then and sing with me,
sobbs of sad welladay.
1 The common prison of Surrey. |
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