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The May-pole.
The May-pole is up,
Now give me the cup,
Ile drink to the Garlands around it:
But first unto those
Whose hands did compose
The glory of flowers that crown'd it.
Now give me the cup,
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But first unto those
Whose hands did compose
The glory of flowers that crown'd it.
A health to my Girls
Whose husbands may Earls
Or Lords be, granting my wishes:
And when that ye wed
To the Bridal bed,
Then multiply all like to fishes.
Whose husbands may Earls
Or Lords be, granting my wishes:
And when that ye wed
To the Bridal bed,
Then multiply all like to fishes.
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