| Stand out, maids, and look on the land of Cynddylan |
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| Is there ony room at your head, Saunders? |
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| The Penny lost in the lak |
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| Drinking Song |
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| Take, Oh, Take Those Lips Away |
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| Friend, Through a Stranger to the Author, A - |
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| To My Deare Friend R.T. Gent - |
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| An Answer |
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| On the Hon. George Nathaniel Curzon, Commoner of Balliol - |
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| Then the Northmen fled in their nailed ships |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem