Thou hast a lap full of seed

Thou hast a lap full of seed
And this is a fine country
Why dost thou not cast thy seed
And live in it merrily

[Oft Ive] Shall I cast it on the sand
And [turnd] turn it into fruitful land
[But] For on no other ground
Can I sow my seed
Without [pulling] tearing up
Some stinking weed
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