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MULIDOR.
Her eyes are brighter than a greedy dog's;
Her hair is yellow as a shock of grain;
Her suppley limbs are nimbler than a frog's
Leaping from out a pool and in again.
Heigho, dildido!
An I love her in vain?
Her hair is yellow as a shock of grain;
Her suppley limbs are nimbler than a frog's
Leaping from out a pool and in again.
Heigho, dildido!
An I love her in vain?
Her throat's round as a sack of wheaten flour,
Wherefrom issues rare music as she speaks;
Her bosom's soft and white as snowy shower;
Redder than roses are her ruddy cheeks.
Heigho, dildido!
Her have I loved for weeks.
Wherefrom issues rare music as she speaks;
Her bosom's soft and white as snowy shower;
Redder than roses are her ruddy cheeks.
Heigho, dildido!
Her have I loved for weeks.
She gambols gaily as a youngling sheep;
Or walks more stately than a swimming swan:
To tell of her perfections, all the heap,
'Od wot, the longest day it were not done.
Heigho, dildido!
I am so love-begone.
Or walks more stately than a swimming swan:
To tell of her perfections, all the heap,
'Od wot, the longest day it were not done.
Heigho, dildido!
I am so love-begone.
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