| The Protecting Brewer |
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| What poore astronomers are they |
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| What, why didest thou wink whan thou a wyf toke? |
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| Yankee Doodle's Expedition to Rhode Island |
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| This is no lif, alas, that I do lede |
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| The New Year |
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| Eight little whores, with no hope of Heaven |
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| Weep You No More |
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| Rainy, rainy rattle-stanes |
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| Early to bed and early to rise |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem