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A GOOD sword and a trusty hand ! A merry heart and true ! King James ' s men
shall understand What Cornish lads can do . And have they fixed the where and
when ? And shall Trelawny die ? Here ' s twenty thousand Cornish men Will
know ...
A GOOD sword and a trusty hand ! A merry heart and true ! King James ' s men
shall understand What Cornish lads can do . And have they fixed the where and
when ? And shall Trelawny die ? Here ' s twenty thousand Cornish men Will
know ...
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The boat has left a stormy land , A stormy sea before her ,When , oh ! too strong
for human hand The tempest gather ' d o ' er her . And still they row ' d amidst the
roar Of waters fast prevailing : Lord Ullin reach ' d that fatal shore ,His wrath was ...
The boat has left a stormy land , A stormy sea before her ,When , oh ! too strong
for human hand The tempest gather ' d o ' er her . And still they row ' d amidst the
roar Of waters fast prevailing : Lord Ullin reach ' d that fatal shore ,His wrath was ...
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THE TIGER TIGER , tiger , burning bright In the forests of the night , What
immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? In what distant deeps or
skies Burnt the ardour of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspireWhat the
hand ...
THE TIGER TIGER , tiger , burning bright In the forests of the night , What
immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? In what distant deeps or
skies Burnt the ardour of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspireWhat the
hand ...
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