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. ILLUSTRATING SHAKESPEARE. |
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" My mother had a maid call'd Barbara; She was in love ; and he she lov'd prov'd mad, And did forsake her: she had a song of Willow ,-And old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it. That song to-night Will not go from my mind; I have much to do, But to go hang my head all at one side, And sing it like poor Barbara." |
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