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A bee that was searching for sweets one day
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A blue-bell springs upon the ledge
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A cloud fell down from the heavens
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A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in
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A hush is over all the teeming lists
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A knock is at her door, but she is weak
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A life was mine full of the close concern
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A lilt and a swing
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A little bird with plumage brown
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A little dreaming by the way
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A lover whom duty called over the wave
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A maiden wept and, as a comforter
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A man of low degree was sore oppressed
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A song for the unsung heroes who rose in the country's need
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A song is but a little thing
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A youth went farming up and down
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Across the hills and down the narrow ways
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Adown the west a golden glow
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Ah, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days
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Ah, I have changed, I do not know
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Ah, love, my love is like a cry in the night
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Ah me, it is cold and chill
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Ah, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away
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Ah, yes, it is sweet still to remember,
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Ah, yes, the chapter ends to-day
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Ain't it nice to have a mammy
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Ain't nobody tol' you not a wo'd a-tall
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Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah
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All de night long twell de moon goes down
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All hot and grimy from the road
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Along by the river of ruin
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An angel robed in spotless white
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An old man planted and dug and tended
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An old, worn harp that had been played
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As a quiet little seedling
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As in some dim baronial hall restrained
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As lone I sat one summer's day
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As some rapt gazer on the lowly carth
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Ashes to ashes, dust unto dust
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At the golden gate of song
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Aye, lay him in his grave, the old dead year!
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Back to the breast of thy mother
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Because I had loved so deeply
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Because you love me I have much achieved
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Bedtime's come fu' little boys
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Belated wanderer of the ways of spring
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Beyond the years the answer lies
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Bird of my lady's bower
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Bones a-gittin' achy
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Break me my bounds, and let me fly
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Breezes blowin' middlin' brisk
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Bring me the livery of no other man
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By Mystic's banks I held my dream
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By rugged ways and thro' the night
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By the pool that I see in my dreams, dear love
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By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass
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Caught Susanner whistlin'; well
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Come away to dreamin' town
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Come, drink a stirrup cup with me
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Come, essay a sprightly measure
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Come on walkin' wid me, Lucy; 't ain't no time to mope erroun'
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Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart
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Come when the nights are bright with stars
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Cool is the wind, for the summer is waning
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Cover him over with daisies white
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Daih's a moughty soothin' feelin'
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Darling, my darling, my heart is on the wing
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Days git wa'm an' wa'mah
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De axes has been ringin' in de woods de blessid day
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De breeze is blowin' 'cross de bay
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De 'cession's stahted on de gospel way,
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De daʼkest hour, dey allus say
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De dog go howlin' 'long de road
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De night creep down erlong de lan'
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De ol' time's gone, de new time's hyeah
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De sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow
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De times is mighty stirrin' 'mong de people up ouah way
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De trees is bendin' in de sto'm
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De way t'ings come, hit seems to me
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De win' is blowin' wahmah
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De win' is hollahin' "Daih you" to de shuttahs an' de fiah
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Dear critic, who my lightness so deplores
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Dear heart, good-night!
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Dear Miss Lucy: I been t'inkin' dat I'd write you long fo' dis
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Deep in my heart that aches with the repression
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Dey been speakin' at de cou't-house
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Dey had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night
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Dey is snow upon the meddahs
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Dey is times in life when Nature
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Dey was oncet a awful quoil 'twixt de skillet an' de pot
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Dey was talkin' in de cabin, dey was talkin' in de hall
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Dey's a so't o' threatenin' feelin' in de blowin' of de breeze
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Dinah stan' befo' de glass
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Dis is gospel weathah sho'-
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Do' a-stan'in' on a jar, fiah a-shinin' thoo
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Dolly sits a-quilting by her mother, stitch by stitch
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Done are the toils and the wearisome marches
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Dream days of fond delight and hours
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Dream on, for dreams are sweet
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Driftwood gathered here and there
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Duck come switchin' 'cross de lot
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Ef dey's anyt'ing dat riles me
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Ef you's only got de powah fe' to blow a little whistle
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Eight of 'em hyeah all tol' an' yet
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Emblem of blasted hope and lost desire
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Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes
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Folks ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits
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Folks is talkin' 'bout de money, 'bout de silvah an' de gold
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Four hundred years ago a tangled waste
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Fu' de peace o' my eachin' heels, set down
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God has his plans, and what if we
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"Good-bye," I said to my conscience
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Goo'-by, Jinks, I got to hump
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Good hunting!-aye, good hunting
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Good-night, my love, for I have dreamed of thee
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Granny's gone a-visitin'
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Grass commence a-comin'
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Gray are the pages of record
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Gray is the palace where she dwells
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G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy
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Hain't you see my Mandy Lou
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He had his dream, and all through life
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He loved her, and through many years
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He sang of life serenely sweet
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He scribbles some in prose and verse,
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Heart of my heart, the day is chill
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Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now
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Heel and toe, heel and toe
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Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray
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Hit's been drizzlin' an' been sprinklin'
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Home agin, an' home to stay
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How shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own?
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How sweet the music sounded
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How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell
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Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound
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Hyeah come Cæsar Higgins
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Hyeah dat singin' in de medders
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"I am but clay," the sinner plead
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I am no priest of crooks nor creeds
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I am the mother of sorrows
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I be'n down in ole Kentucky
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I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night
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I did not know that life could be so sweet
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252
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I done got 'uligion, honey, an' I's happy ez a king
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I don't believe in 'ristercrats
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I grew a rose once more to please mine eyes
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I grew a rose within a garden fair
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I had not known before
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I has hyeahd o' people dancin' an' I's hyeahd o' people singin'
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I have no fancy for that ancient cant
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I have seen full many a sight
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I held my heart so far from harm
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I found you and I lost you
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251
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I know a man
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235
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I know my love is true
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I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
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I never shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin
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I sit upon the old sea wall.
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I stand above the city's rush and din
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I stood by the shore at the death of day
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I think that though the clouds be dark
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I was not; now I am—a few days hence
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If Death should claim me for her own to-day
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If life were but a dream, my Love
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If the muse were mine to tempt it
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If thro' the sea of night which here surrounds me
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If 'twere fair to suppose
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If you could sit with me beside the sea to-day
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In a small and lonely cabin out of noisy traffic's way
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In de dead of night I sometimes
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In Life's Red Sea with faith I plant my feet
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110
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In the east the morning comes
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In the heavy earth the miner
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In the forenoon's restful quiet
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In the silence of my heart
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110
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In this sombre garden close
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In the tents of Akbar
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In this old garden, fair, I walk to-day
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I's a-gittin' weary of de way dat people do
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I's boun' to see my gal to-night
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142
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I's feelin' kin' o' lonesome in my little room to-night
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It is as if a silver chord
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It may be misery not to sing at all
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225
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It was Chrismus Eve, I mind hit fu' a mighty gloomy day
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It's all a farce,—these tales they tell
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It's hot to-day. The bees is buzzin'
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It's moughty tiahsome layin' 'roun'
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I've a humble little motto
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I've always been a faithful man
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I've been list'nin' to them lawyers
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I've been watchin' of 'em, parson
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I've journeyed 'roun' consid'able, a-seein' men an' things
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Jes' lak toddy wahns you thoo'
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Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark
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Key and bar, key and bar
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Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one!
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Know you, winds that blow your course
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Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass
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Lead gently, Lord, and slow
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Let me close the eyes of my soul
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261
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Let those who will stride on their barren roads
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'Lias! 'Lias! Bless de Lawd!
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Like sea-washed sand upon the shore
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202
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Like the blush upon the rose
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Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes
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Little brown face full of smiles
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Little lady at de do'
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Long had I grieved at what I deemed abuse
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106
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Long since, in sore distress, I heard one pray
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Long time ago, we too set out
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119
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Long years ago, within a distant clime
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104
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Love hath the wings of the butterfly
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Love is the light of the world, my dear
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Love me. I care not what the circling years
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Love used to carry a bow, you know
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Lucy done gone back on me
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136
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Mammy's in de kitchen, an' de do' is shet
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241
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Mastah drink his ol' Made'a
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Men may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars
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129
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Mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two
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My cot was down by a cypress grove
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My heart to thy heart
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My lady love lives far away
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My muvver's ist the nicest one
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My neighbor lives on the hill
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My soul, lost in the music's mist
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Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains
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Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy
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Not o'er thy dust let there be spent
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No matter what you call it
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Not they who soar, but they who plod
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Not to the midnight of the gloomy past
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O li'l' lamb out in de col'
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O Lord, the hard-won miles
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O Mother Race! to thee I bring
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October is the treasurer of the year
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Oh, de clouds is mighty heavy
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169
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Oh, de grubbin'-hoe's a-rustin' in de co'nah
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Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low
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Oh, dere's lots o' keer an' trouble
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Oh for the breath of the briny deep
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Oh, I am hurt to death, my Love
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Oh, I des received a letter f'om de sweetest little gal
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266
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Oh, I haven't got long to live, for we all
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Oh, summer has clothed the earth
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Oh the breeze is blowin' balmy
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Oh, the day has set me dreaming
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Oh, the little bird is rocking in the cradle of the wind
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Oh, the poets may sing of their Lady Irenes
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Oh to have you in May
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Oh, what shall I do? I am wholly upset
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Oh, who is the Lord of the land of life
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Oh, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying
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Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May
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On a summer's day as I sat by a stream
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On the wide veranda white
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Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air
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One night in my room, still and beamless
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Our good knight, Ted, girds his broadsword on
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108
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Out in de night a sad bird moans
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Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing
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Out of my heart, one day, I wrote a song
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Out of my heart, one treach'rous winter's day
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102
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Out of the sunshine and out of the heat
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Outside the rain upon the street
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253
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Over the hills and the valleys of dreaming
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Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day
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Place this bunch of mignonette
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Poor withered rose, she gave it me
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Pray, what can dreams avail
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Pray why are you so bare, so bare
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Prometheus stole from Heaven the sacred fire
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Ring out, ye bells!
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Round the wide earth, from the red field your valour has won
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Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother
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Search thou my heart
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See dis pictyah in my han'
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Seems lak folks is mighty curus
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Seen my lady home las' night
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Seen you down at chu'ch las' night
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Shadder in de valley.
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She gave a rose
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She sang, and I listened the whole song thro'
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She told the story, and the whole world wept
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119
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She told her beads with downcast eyes
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She wrapped her soul in a lace of lies
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Silence, and whirling worlds afar
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Silently without my window
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Since I left the city's heat
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Slow de night's a-fallin'
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Slow moves the pageant of a climbing race
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So we, who've supped the selfsame cup
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Some folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah
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Standin' at de winder
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Step me now a bridal measure
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Step wid de banjo an' glide wid de fiddle,
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Storm and strife and stress
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Summah night an' sighin' breeze
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Summah's nice, wif sun a-shinin'
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Summer is de lovin' time
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Sunshine on de medders
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Sweetest of the flowers a-blooming
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Swing yo' lady roun' an' roun'
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Tek a cool night, good an' cleah
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Tell your love where the roses blow
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Temples he built, and palaces of air
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The air is dark, the sky is gray
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The change has come, and Helen sleeps
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The cloud looked in at the window
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The draft of love was cool and sweet
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The gray dawn on the mountain top
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The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky
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The lake's dark breast
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The lark is silent in his nest
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The little bird sits in the nest and sings
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The Midnight wooed the Morning-Star
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The mist has left the greening plain
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The moon begins her stately ride
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The moon has left the sky, love
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The night is dewy as a maiden's mouth
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The November sun invites me
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The poor man went to the rich man's doors
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The rain streams down like harpstrings from the sky
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The river sleeps beneath the sky
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The sand-man he's a jolly old fellow
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The sky of brightest gray seems dark
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The smell of the sea in my nostrils
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The snow lies deep upon the ground
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105
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The sun has slipped his tether
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100
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The sun hath shed its kindly light
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The sun is low
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The trees bend down along the stream
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The wind is out in its rage to-night
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The wind told the little leaves to hurry
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The word is writ that he who runs may read
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The world is a snob, and the man who wins
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The young queen Nature, ever sweet and fair
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Ther' ain't no use in all this strife
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There are no beaten paths to Glory's height
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There is a heaven, for ever, day by day
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There's a fabulous story
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There's a memory keeps a-runnin'
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These are the days of elfs and fays
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They please me not—these solemn songs
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This is the debt I pay
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This is to-day, a golden summer's day
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This poem must be done to-day
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Thou arrant robber, Death!
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"Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart
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Thou art my lute, by thee I sing
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Thou art the soul of a summer's day
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Though the winds be dank
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Thy tones are silver melted into sound
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Tim Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill
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'Tis an old deserted homestead
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'Tis better to set here beside the sea
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'Tis fine to play
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To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath
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Treat me nice, Miss Mandy Jane
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'Twas the apple that in Eden
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'Twas three an' thirty year ago
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'Twixt a smile and a tear
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Two little boots all rough an' wo'
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Uncle John, he makes me tired
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Underneath the autumn sky
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Villain shows his indiscretion
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Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not
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We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs
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We wear the mask that grins and lies
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W'en daih's chillun in de house
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W'en de clouds is hangin' heavy in de sky
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W'en de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street
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W'en de evenin' shadders
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W'en de snow's a-fallin'
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W'en I git up in de mo'nin' an' de clouds is big an' black
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W'en us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise
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W'en you full o' worry
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What are the things that make life bright?
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What dreams we have and how they fly
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What if the wind do howl without
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What says the wind to the waving trees?
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What's the use o' folks a-frownin'
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When all is done, and my last word is said
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When August days are hot an' dry
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When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel
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When first of wise old Johnson taught
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129
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When I come in f'm de co'n-fiel' aftah wo'kin' ha'd all day
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155
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When I was young I longed for Love
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98
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When labor is light and the morning is fair
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70
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When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes
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175
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When storms arise
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66
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When summer time has come, and all
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280
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When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine
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215 |
When the corn's all cut and the bright stalks shine
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16
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When to sweet music my lady is dancing
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175
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When winter covering all the ground
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275
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When you and I were young, the days
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24
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Who dat knockin' at de do'?
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184
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Who say my hea't ain't true to you?
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133
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Whose little lady is you, chile
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198
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Whut dat you whisperin' keepin' f'om me?
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136
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Whut time 'd dat clock strike?
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254
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Whut you say, dah? huh, uh! chile
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153
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Why fades a dream?
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77
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Why was it that the thunder voice of Fate
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221
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Will I have some mo' dat pie?
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203
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Win' a-blowin' gentle so de san' lay low
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191
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Wintah, summah, snow er shine
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178
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Wintah time hit comin'
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241
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With sombre mien, the evening gray
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123
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With what thou gavest me, O Master
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276
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Within a London garret high
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96
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Woman's sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat
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170
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Yes, my ha't 's ez ha'd ez stone
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62
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Yesterday I held your hand
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257
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You ask why I am sad to-day
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220
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You bid me hold my peace
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286
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You kin talk about yer anthems
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53
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You'll be wonderin' whut's de reason
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131
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Your presence like a benison to me
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266
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Your spoken words are roses fine and sweet
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270
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