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[Once more, sweet Muse, a fancy choose]
Once more, sweet Muse, a fancy choose;
Seize by the heels that winged fellow,
And he'll declare how this her hair—
“Her hair is brown, that broom is yellow!”
Seize by the heels that winged fellow,
And he'll declare how this her hair—
“Her hair is brown, that broom is yellow!”
Then that one try, I know he'll cry
This bean-bloom's like her lips. “Sweet booby!
That runner's quite a scarlet bright,
Thy lady's lips are very ruby.”
This bean-bloom's like her lips. “Sweet booby!
That runner's quite a scarlet bright,
Thy lady's lips are very ruby.”
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