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I SAW THREE SHIPS As I sat under a sycamore tree , - A sycamore - tree , a
sycamore - tree , I looked me out upon the sea On Christ ' s Sunday at morn . II I
saw three ships a - sailing there , - A - sailing there , a - sailing there , Jesu , Mary
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I SAW THREE SHIPS As I sat under a sycamore tree , - A sycamore - tree , a
sycamore - tree , I looked me out upon the sea On Christ ' s Sunday at morn . II I
saw three ships a - sailing there , - A - sailing there , a - sailing there , Jesu , Mary
...
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THE THRUSH ' S NEST WITHIN a thick and spreading hawthorn bush , That
overhung a molehill large and round , I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise , and I drank the sound With joy ; and often , an intruding
guest ...
THE THRUSH ' S NEST WITHIN a thick and spreading hawthorn bush , That
overhung a molehill large and round , I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise , and I drank the sound With joy ; and often , an intruding
guest ...
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SONG FROM ` PIPPA PASSES ' The year ' s at the spring And day ' s at the morn
; Morning ' s at seven ; The hill - side ' s dew - pearled ; The lark ' s on the wing ;
The snail ' s on the thorn : God ' s in his heavenAll ' s right with the world !
SONG FROM ` PIPPA PASSES ' The year ' s at the spring And day ' s at the morn
; Morning ' s at seven ; The hill - side ' s dew - pearled ; The lark ' s on the wing ;
The snail ' s on the thorn : God ' s in his heavenAll ' s right with the world !
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