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['Tis quite a treat, as singer knows]
'Tis quite a treat, as singer knows,
To have to own one's fairly beaten,
And council's held among the crows
To learn how soon one may be eaten.
To have to own one's fairly beaten,
And council's held among the crows
To learn how soon one may be eaten.
The owl also—But, let that go,
And ere, with patience all expended,
You cry Forbear! let me declare
This carol of the Posy ended.
And ere, with patience all expended,
You cry Forbear! let me declare
This carol of the Posy ended.
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