| Come, come, away: the spring |
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| Catch Sung, The. And they drink about. The singers are all graybeards |
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| Saturday Blues |
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| Here Comes a Lusty Wooer |
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| The Laird of Doune |
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| As We Dance Round |
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| From the Sailors' Catechism |
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| Comparatives |
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| Sweet Betsey from Pike |
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| Jones's Ale Was New |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem