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Though some churls at our mirth repine , Round your foreheads garlands twine ,
Drown sorrow in a cup of wine , And let us all be merry . Now all our neighbours '
chimneys smoke , And Christmas - blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with ...
Though some churls at our mirth repine , Round your foreheads garlands twine ,
Drown sorrow in a cup of wine , And let us all be merry . Now all our neighbours '
chimneys smoke , And Christmas - blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with ...
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The country folks themselves advance With crowdy - muttons out of France ; And
Jack shall pipe , and Jill shall dance , And all the town be merry ! And all his best
apparel ; Brisk Nell hath bought a ruff of lawn With droppings of the barrel ; And ...
The country folks themselves advance With crowdy - muttons out of France ; And
Jack shall pipe , and Jill shall dance , And all the town be merry ! And all his best
apparel ; Brisk Nell hath bought a ruff of lawn With droppings of the barrel ; And ...
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Hang sorrow ! care will kill a cat , And therefore let's be merry ! Hark ! now the
wags abroad do call Each other forth to rambling ; Anon you'll see them in the
hall , For nuts and apples scrambling . Hark how the roofs with laughters sound !
Hang sorrow ! care will kill a cat , And therefore let's be merry ! Hark ! now the
wags abroad do call Each other forth to rambling ; Anon you'll see them in the
hall , For nuts and apples scrambling . Hark how the roofs with laughters sound !
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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