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[Come hither you that Love]
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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[Come hither you that Love]

Come hither you that Love

Come hither you that Love, and heare me sing of Joyes still growing greene Fresh and Lusty as the pride of Spring and ever blowing, Come hither youths that Blush and dare not know what is desire, and old men worse then you that


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Cannot blow one sparke of Fire, And with the power of my Enchanting Song Boyes shall be able men and old and ould men young.