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CAST AWAY CARE!
Now is the day we love to see:Hark, the bells do ring us round;
Come, nymphs and swains, and merry be,
And lightly measure out your ground.
The rebeck's strain
Doth sound amain.
If ye love
Youth's sport to prove,
Rural satyr, sylvan faun,
Come and trip it o'er the lawn:
Couple hands and swing about,
Thus to grace our jovial rout:
For that fair Apollo bids
Shepherds leave their lambs and kids,
Fearless any wolf shall dare
This high day forsake his lair.
Therefore sport it while ye may:
Time doth bid all care away.
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