Ae fond kiss, and then we sever,
Agincourt, Agincourt,

Ah, my swete swetyng, .

Alas! my love, you do me wrong,
Allen-a-Dale has no faggot for burning,
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,.
All ye woods, and trees, and bowers,

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And did you not hear of a jolly young Waterman,
An old song made by an aged old pate,.

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Arm, arm, arm, arm, the scouts are all come in,

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Ask me no more, the moon may draw the sea,

Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's

A Well there is in the west country,

A wet sheet and a flowing sea,

Beauty clear and fair,.

Be it right or wrong, these men among,

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,.

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Blame not my Lute! for he must sound,

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

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Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear,

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Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride,

But are ye sure the news is true,

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Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,

Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,

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Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain,

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Come all ye jolly shepherds, .

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Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me,

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Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,

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Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving, .

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Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow,.

For auld lang syne, my dear,

Four and twenty bonny boys,

From Oberon, in fairy land, .

From the forests and highlands,

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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,

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God Lyaeus, ever young,

God prosper long our noble King,
God save our gracious King, .
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,

Go, lovely Rose,

Good-morrow to the day so fair,
Good people all, of every sort,

Go where glory waits thee,

Green fields of England, wheresoe'er,

Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be,

Hang fear, cast away care,

Hark! now everything is still,

Hark, hark, the lark at Heaven's gate sings,
He is gone on the mountain,

Her arms across her breast she laid,

Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling,
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
Here's a health unto His Majesty,
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen,

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Hide me, O twilight air,

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Home they brought her warrior dead,

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In good King Charles's golden days,

Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake,
How should I your true love know,

I arise from dreams of thee, .

I cannot eat but little meat,

I come from haunts of coot and hern,

I come, I come! ye have called me long,

I knew an old wife lean and poor,

I lov'd a lass, a fair one,

I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hill,
I'm sitting on the stile, Mary,

In going to my naked bed,

In her ear he whispered gaily,

In the merry month of May,.

In Wakefield there lives a jolly pinder,

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Is there for honest poverty,

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I tell thee, Dick, where I have been,

It is an ancient Mariner,

It is the miller's daughter,

I travelled among unknown men,

It was a blind beggar had long lost his sight.
It was a friar of orders gray,.

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It was a lover and his lass,

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It was a summer evening,
It was the frog in the well,

It was the time when lilies blow,
I've seen the smiling,

I wander'd by the brook-side,

John Anderson, my jo, John,
John Gilpin was a citizen,

Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,
King Death was a rare old fellow,

Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,
Lawn as white as driven snow,

Lay a garland on my hearse, .

Let me the canakin clink, clink,

Let the bells ring, and let the boys sing,

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Love wakes and weeps,

Lithe and listen, gentlemen, .

Long the proud Spaniards had vaunted to conquer us,

Lord, thou hast given me a cell,

Maxwelltown braes are bonnie,

Men of England! who inherit,

Mine be a cot beside the hill,

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Move eastward, happy earth, and leave,
My banks they are furnished with bees,

No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,

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Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,

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