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It nods and curtseys and recovers
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The Immortal Part
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Hughley Steeple -
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Twice a week the winter thorough
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Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?
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Oh fair enough are sky and plain
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If it chance your eye offend you
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The Street sounds to the soldiers' tread
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Bring, in this timeless grave to throw
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The Lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair
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