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Tom.
The nightingale's by Woodcombe bog:
Come down to hear it over hill.
S.
No, 'tis too far, and full of fog
Out there; I shall but catch a chill.
Here's Bill, head foremost.
What's his will?
The nightingale's by Woodcombe bog:
Come down to hear it over hill.
S.
No, 'tis too far, and full of fog
Out there; I shall but catch a chill.
Here's Bill, head foremost.
What's his will?
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