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Irish-love Song.
For Creeshes sake come pitty me.O Hone, ish tis ty Love and be?
Phair ish ti promish and ti vow?
I trusht 'em neder noder now.
But all ish goe, and tou unkind,
Dosh print ti trote and fett in wind:
Fee Donnell fee, i time repent,
Now by ti hant, o Hone I'me spent.
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But being dear can love no more.
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