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... leave at thee . ' * Janet has kilted her green kirtle , A little aboon her knee , And she has snooded her yellow hair , A little aboon her bree , And she is to her father's ha ' , As fast as she can hie . Four and twenty ladies fair ...
... leave at thee . ' * Janet has kilted her green kirtle , A little aboon her knee , And she has snooded her yellow hair , A little aboon her bree , And she is to her father's ha ' , As fast as she can hie . Four and twenty ladies fair ...
Page 168
... leave his plough To wade thro ' fields of gore ; The merchant binds his brows in steel , And leaves the trading shore ; The shepherd leaves his mellow pipe , And sounds the 168.
... leave his plough To wade thro ' fields of gore ; The merchant binds his brows in steel , And leaves the trading shore ; The shepherd leaves his mellow pipe , And sounds the 168.
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... Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken , quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door ! ' use Quoth the raven , ' Nevermore ...
... Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken , quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door ! ' use Quoth the raven , ' Nevermore ...
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