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Hum drum, sauce for a cony
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Nor do you think that their legs is all
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Ballad -
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Which way and whence the lightning flew
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Come forth, come forth, the gentle Spring
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Old Men not staid with Age, Virgins with shame
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Chorus
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O how came Love, that is himself a fire
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This motion was of love begot
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Have men beheld the graces dance
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