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You smile upon your friend to-day
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On your midnight pallet lying
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Wenlock Edge -
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When I came last to Ludlow
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There pass the careless people
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In my own shire, if I was sad
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The Isle of Portland
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Look not in my eyes, for fear
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The Merry Guide
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Now hollow fires burn out to black
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