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Sweet Sal and Bell
I've pleaf'dfo well
" But hold, I muft not kifs'and tell. " So here I've rid, " Along, to bid 14 Good morrow to your night-cap."
��BEGONE, DULL CARE.
[EGONE, dull care, I prythee begone from me, Begone, dull care, thou, and I mall ne'er agree ; For long time thou haft been tarrying here, and fain
thou would'ft me kill, But I faith dull care, you never lhall have your will.
Too much care will turn a young man grey, And too much care will rurn an old man to clay ; Then my wife mall dance and I will fmg, fo merrily
pafs the day ; For I hold it one of the wifefl tilings, to drive dull
care away.
��GANG DOWN THE BURN.
HEN trees did bud and fields, were green,
And flowers were fair to fee ; When Mary was complete fifteen, And love laugh'd in her eye,
Love laugh'd ;
When Mary was complete fifteen, And love laugh'd in her eye :
E Blithe
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