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The Ecchoing Green The Sun does arise , And make happy the skies ; The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring ; The skylark and thrush , The birds of the bush , Sing louder around To the bells ' chearful sound , While our sports shall ...
The Ecchoing Green The Sun does arise , And make happy the skies ; The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring ; The skylark and thrush , The birds of the bush , Sing louder around To the bells ' chearful sound , While our sports shall ...
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And soon they all say : ' Such , such were the joys When we all , girls & boys , ' In our youth time were seen ' On the Ecchoing Green . ' Till the little ones , weary , No more can be merry ; The sun does descend , And our sports have ...
And soon they all say : ' Such , such were the joys When we all , girls & boys , ' In our youth time were seen ' On the Ecchoing Green . ' Till the little ones , weary , No more can be merry ; The sun does descend , And our sports have ...
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Green Grom the Rashes GREEN grow the rashes O , Green grow the rashes O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend , Are spent amang the lasses O ! There's nought but care on ev'ry han ' , In ev'ry hour that passes O ; What signifies the ...
Green Grom the Rashes GREEN grow the rashes O , Green grow the rashes O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend , Are spent amang the lasses O ! There's nought but care on ev'ry han ' , In ev'ry hour that passes O ; What signifies the ...
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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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