| Sometimes I sauntered from my lone abode |
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| Shady Grove |
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| Lord Waterford |
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| Laß rauschen! |
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| Just like a Man |
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| The Man of Bombay |
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| Stormalong |
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| The Tree we plant will, when its boughs are grown |
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| Upon the King's Voyage to Chatham to Make Bulwarks against the Dutch |
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| The Duke of Athole's Nurse |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem