| Go to Sleepy |
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| A Panegyric |
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| The Heavyweight champ of Seattle |
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| The Unfortunate Miller; or, The Country Lasses Witty Invention |
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| As I was going o'er Tipple Tine |
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| Highland Laddie |
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| Bob Anderson, My Beau |
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| My Little Buckaroo |
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| Young Forbest |
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| I wende to dede, knight stith in stour |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem