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TN antiente times in Britain's ifle

I Lord Henrie was well knowne;
No knight was in his day more famid

Nor more deserv'd renowne;
His thoughts on honoure always ranne;

He never bow'd to love;
No ladie in the lande had charmes,

His frozen heart to move.

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1 Y lodging it is on the cold ground, IV and very hard is my fare; But that which troubles me mott is

the unkindess of my dear; Yet still I cry, O turn love,

and I prethee love turn to me, For thou art the mản that I long for,

and alack what remedy, ,

I'll crown thee with a garland of straw then,

and I'll marry thee with a rushiring, My frozen hopes shall thaw then,

and merrily we will fing: O turn to me my dear love,

And I prethee love turn to me, For thou art the man that alone car.ft procure my liberty.

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HUME AND MURRAY, OR FAIR ROSA

LINE's ESCAPE.

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