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  • The Merry Month Of May
    O THE month of May, the merry month of May,
    So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!
    O, and then did I unto my true love say,
    Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer's Queen. ...
  • Fortune Smiles
    Fortune smiles, cry holiday,
    Dimples on her cheeks do dwell,
    Fortune frowns, cry welladay,
    Her love is heaven, her hate is hell: ...
  • Cradle Song
    Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
    Smiles awake you when you rise ;
    Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
    And I will sing a lullaby, ...
  • The Noble Spanish Soldier
    O, SORROW, SORROW, say where dost thou dwell?
    In the lowest room of hell.
    Art thou born of human race?
    No, no, I have a furier face. ...
  • Beauty Arise
    Beauty arise, show forth thy glorious shining,
    Thine eyes feed love, for them he standeth pining ;
    Honor and youth attend to do their duty
    To thee, their only sovereign, Beauty. ...
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Spring 6 Away 6 Love 5 Sweet 5 King 5 I Love You 5 Joy 5 Sleep 5 Drink 4 Pretty 4


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