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WIDDICOMBE FAIR I ' Tom PEARSE , Tom Pearse , lend me your gray mare , All
along , down along , out along , lee . For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair , Wi '
Bill Brewer , Jan Stewer , Peter Gurney , Peter Davy , Dan'l Whiddon , Harry ...
WIDDICOMBE FAIR I ' Tom PEARSE , Tom Pearse , lend me your gray mare , All
along , down along , out along , lee . For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair , Wi '
Bill Brewer , Jan Stewer , Peter Gurney , Peter Davy , Dan'l Whiddon , Harry ...
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HELEN OF KIRCONNELL I I WISH I were where Helen lies , Night and day on me
she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies , On fair Kirconnell lea ! II Curst be the
heart that thought the thought , And curst the hand that fired the shot , When in ...
HELEN OF KIRCONNELL I I WISH I were where Helen lies , Night and day on me
she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies , On fair Kirconnell lea ! II Curst be the
heart that thought the thought , And curst the hand that fired the shot , When in ...
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VI O Helen fair , beyond compare ! I'll mak a garland o ' thy hair , Shall bind my
heart for evermair , Until the day I dee ! VII O that I were where Helen lies ! Night
and day on me she cries ; Out of my bed she bids me rise , Says , ' Haste , and ...
VI O Helen fair , beyond compare ! I'll mak a garland o ' thy hair , Shall bind my
heart for evermair , Until the day I dee ! VII O that I were where Helen lies ! Night
and day on me she cries ; Out of my bed she bids me rise , Says , ' Haste , and ...
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Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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