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Song 64. Now with roses we are crown'd |
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Song 64. Now with roses we are crown'd
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Now with roses we are crown'd,Let our mirth and cups go round,
Whilst a Lass,
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Branchd with Ivy twines doth bear,
With her white feet beats the ground
To the Lutes harmonious sound,
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Play'd on by some Boy, whose choyceSkill is heightned by his voyce:
Bright-hair'd Love, with his divine
Mother, and the god of Wine
Will flock hither, glad to see
Old men of their companie.
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