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TO-MORROW SHALL BE MY DANCING
DAY.
To-morrow shall be my dancing day,
I would my true love did so chance To see the legend of my play,
To call my true love to my dance. Sing, oh I my love, oh! my love, my love, my love, This have I done for my true love.
Then was I born of a Virgin pure,
Of her I took fleshly substance; Thus was I knit to man's nature,
To call my true love to my dance.
Sing, oh ! &c. In a manger laid and wrapp'd I was,
So very poor, this was my chance, Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,
To call my true love to my dance.
Sing, oh! &c. Then afterwards baptized I was,
The Holy Ghost on me did glance, My Father's voice heard from above,
To call my true love to my dance.
Sing, oh ! &c. |
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