| What have we here?—a temple! if 'tis such |
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| The Weaver's Song |
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| Before my back was bent I was eloquent |
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| The Foggy, Foggy Dew |
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| Now the Earth, the Skies, the Air |
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| Sheriff-Muir |
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| On the Author |
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| As I was going to sell my eggs |
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| I'm So Glad I Got My Religion in Time |
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| Lord Garrick |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem