| How can that tree but withered be |
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| The Trail to Mexico |
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| Water and blood for thee I sweat |
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| To My Niece, A.M., with a New Pair of Shoes |
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| Though Amaryllis Dance in Green |
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| O Say Not |
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| The Broom O' Cowdenknowes |
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| Bonnets So Blue |
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| Black Horse Blues |
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| Let the Church Roll On |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem