| A Soldier For Me |
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| Widsith, the Minstrel |
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| Ain't Got Time to Die |
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| March winds and April showers |
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| Gwine Follow |
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| I'll not be long with you, mother |
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| We Will March Through the Valley |
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| Do, Lord, Remember Me |
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| Eatum, peatum, potum, pie |
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| Know er thou knitte; prove er thou preise it |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem