| Man, bewar of thine wowing |
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| Now I Lay Me Down to Take My Sleep |
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| Secret murder hath been done of late |
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| On Prince Frederick |
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| To Archbishop Lang |
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| Fragment of a Love Lament |
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| Mouth o' horn, and beard o' leather |
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| Capture of Little York |
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| Jemima |
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| Ain't Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me 'Round |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem