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[20 The Nightingale]

The Nightingale, the mery Nightingale, she sweetly sits and sings

The Nightingale, the mery Nightingale, she sweetly sits and sings, and sings: The prety nimble Doe doth trip it to and fro, the stond horse kickes and flinges and flings, the Cuckow he doth flie from tree to tree: And merily through the woods cuckow, cuckow rings.