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John Wain. An Thou Were My Ain Thing AN thou were my ain thing , I would love thee , I would love thee ; An thou were my ain thing How dearly I would love thee . Like bees that suck the morning dew , Frae flowers of sweetest scent and ...
John Wain. An Thou Were My Ain Thing AN thou were my ain thing , I would love thee , I would love thee ; An thou were my ain thing How dearly I would love thee . Like bees that suck the morning dew , Frae flowers of sweetest scent and ...
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... thou art , But know that thou and I must part ; And when , or how , or where we met , I own to me ' s a secret yet . But this I know , when thou art fled , Where'er they lay these limbs , this head , No clod so valueless shall be As all ...
... thou art , But know that thou and I must part ; And when , or how , or where we met , I own to me ' s a secret yet . But this I know , when thou art fled , Where'er they lay these limbs , this head , No clod so valueless shall be As all ...
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John Wain. I doubt na , whiles , but thou may thieve ; What then ? poor beastie , thou maun live ! A daimen - icker in a thrave ' S a sma ' request : I'll get a blessin ' wi ' the lave , And never miss ' t ! Thy wee bit housie , too , in ...
John Wain. I doubt na , whiles , but thou may thieve ; What then ? poor beastie , thou maun live ! A daimen - icker in a thrave ' S a sma ' request : I'll get a blessin ' wi ' the lave , And never miss ' t ! Thy wee bit housie , too , in ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of Dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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