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264 SWEET WILLIAM. |
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It's I would shoot thee stiff and dead, In the place where thou dost stand." n
Up and spoke then sweet William,
And a blithe blink from his e'e: " If ye ne'er be shot till I shoot you,
Ye'se ne'er be shot for me.
" Come out, come out, my foremost man, 75
And lift my lady on; Commend me all to my goodmother,
At night when you gang home." |
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