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Melancholy converted.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Melancholy converted.

Welcom, welcom again to thy wits,
This is a Holy-day;
Wee'l have no plots, nor melancholy fits,
But merrily passe the time away.

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They are mad that are sad;
Be rul'd by me,
And never were two so merry as we.
The kitchin shall catch cold no more,
Wee'l have no key to the buttry dore,
The Fidlers shall sing,
The house shall ring,
And the World shall see
What a merry merry couple we will be.