| Bring, in this timeless grave to throw |
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| The Lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair |
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| The Carpenter's Son |
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| Say, lad, have you things to do? |
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| Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly |
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| This time of year a twelvemonth past |
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| Clunton and Clunbury |
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| The Recruit |
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| The Welsh Marches |
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| Loitering with a vacant eye |
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