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I	A
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YOU quite mistake the sprite you chase	B
I'm of the under not the upper	C
Order of the fairy race	B
And cannot go with you to supper	C
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'You silly elf Titania's self	D
Will' Tut be there My mirth she	E
quenches	F
And her stiff airs kick me down stairs	G
To my dear kitchen cats and wenches	H
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II	A
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HE giggled at the thought and had	I
He been a dog his tail he'd wriggled	I
He was at heart so very glad	I
At what the little giggler giggled	I
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'You giggled Why Your thought I'd buy	A
The price ' O'er such we've never higgled	I
'Tis but to task yourself to ask	J
At what the little giggler giggled	I
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III	A
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ANOTHER stave I'll never rave	K
Against the rich folk and their riches	F
The men you knave are good and brave	K
The women are the sweetest witches	F
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'What's up now ' Pooh what's that to you	L
One cannot have a little lunar	C
Fit but some one cries out 'Mum '	-
And puts the pipe out of the crooner	C
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IV	K
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HA ha last night I served you right	I
The kick I gave but I was sorry	E
I gave it you but come and view	K
What will allay your wrath and worry	E
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'That posy gay Well I dare say	M
Who gave it you A lady ' Truly	E
'What lady pray ' That I will say	M
When you have learned your manners duly	E
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V	E
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THESE jewels left her very hand	I
Were pull'd within her very bowers	N
Smell senseless villain smell them and	I
Say didst thou ever smell such flowers	N
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'Such flowers ' the fellow seized his hat	I
'Such flowers ' he answer'd in derision	O
'Well I've heard questions strange but that	I
I'd better run for a physician '	-
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VI	K
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COME pretty flowers and drink my tears	G
'Tis well my better reason chided	I
Or I had box'd the rascal's ears	P
That so the little dears derided	I
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My ruth not ire the wretch demands	Q
The magic every cup adorning	R
How could he feel saw he the hands	Q
That placed them into mine this morning	R
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VII	K
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WHAT fancies throng into the mind	I
When one upon this posy gazeth	S
The more I look the more I find	I
Some semblance that one's ken amazeth	S
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'What semblance man to what to whom '	-
Go lack a brain and sweep the stable	T
A wooden head must not presume	U
To chatter at the Muse's Table	T
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VIII	K
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ONE fancy kicks another's heel	V
But let us seize one while it trembles	Q
In act to fly and make't reveal	V
Wherein each bloom her charms resembles	Q
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These violets blue not filled with dew	K
But with my tears are not these weepers	Q
'What would you say her eyes are grey	M
And never flash'd two merrier peepers '	-
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IX	Q
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ONCE more sweet Muse a fancy choose	Q
Seize by the heels that winged fellow	W
And he'll declare how this her hair	X
'Her hair is brown that broom is yellow '	-
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Then that one try I know he'll cry	K
This bean bloom's like her lips 'Sweet	K
booby	E
That runner's quite a scarlet bright	K
Thy lady's lips are very ruby '	-
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X	Q
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GO Musie go you like I know	W
To throw a glamour o'er my vision	O
And I but want the truth to chant	K
And Truth shall do it with precision	O
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He'll not aver this rose bloom's her	C
This lily bell he knows not whether	C
But he will tell she's lily bell	Y
And red red rose bloom both together	C
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XI	E
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THESE flowers that so reflect the grace	Q
Of one who is the Queen of Graces	Q
I'll pop into my richest vase	Q
Where I may watch their pretty faces	Q
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And should a fly approach their lips	Q
Then Mercy shield the little sinner	C
For if I catch him on the hips	Q
He'll never need another dinner	C
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XII	Q
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ALL things of beauty seek to draw	Z
Unto themselves like things of beauty	E
In homage to an inner law	Z
And which to own's their bounden duty	E
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So deems my nose this beauteous nose	Q
That out of love not adulation	O
So oft before this wall flower bows	Q
Or homage yields to this carnation	O
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XIII	Q
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COME let me smell thee lily bell	Y
Another smell my silver lily	E
And thou sweet rose come to my nose	Q
Ah whence those feelings soft and silly	E
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She smell's you so the lady No	W
I know she did her charming nosy	E
Drew nectar up from every cup	A2
Before she handed me the posy	E
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XIV	K
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THESE lovely blooms their rich perfumes	E
And many colours rich and glorious	E
My soul illume o'er care and gloom	U
To move a king a king victorious	E
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To me things seem as in a stream	B2
Or on the person of my idol	T
To wear a sheen before unseen	C2
E'en by the gifted bard of Rydal	T
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XV	K
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BLIND as the wretch who mock'd my flowers	E
Or rather mock'd their well won praises	E
And swore what came from Eden bowers	E
Were only buttercups and daisies	E
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As blind was I till till A hare	X
The thought is off nor can I win it	K
Back to well to I declare	X
This song must end with nothing in it	K
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XVI	K
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O DEAR dear dear what shall I do	K
My only thoughts are off that clearly	T
Might have express'd the praises due	K
To one I prize and prize so dearly	T
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The wine has vanished and the lees	E
To serve up these would leave one	O
undone	O
Not of the flock of chick a dees	E
That chirrup to the folk of London	O
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XVII	K
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'HA ha at last you're fetter'd fast	K
Was ever such a daft gigantic	D2
Zany known on earth or one	O
So much the sport of passions frantic	D2
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You kicked me off with scorn and scoff	K
Then quite ignored the Muse romantic's	E
Aid Dame's brow to crown and now	E2
You pay the piper for your antics '	-
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XVIII	K
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'WITH Common Sense one might dispense	E
But from the Muse's Table surely	T
To drive away the merry fay	K
The Muse herself is madness purely	T
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Then when we dine and drink our wine	F2
To have served up Truth's pungent salad's	E
Enough to make one's nerves to shake	G2
Whenever we'd meet our Bag of Ballads '	-
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XIX	E
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'TIS quite a treat as singer knows	E
To have to own one's fairly beaten	O
And council's held among the crows	E
To learn how soon one may be eaten	O
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The sparrow hawks are on the wing	R
The magpies too in chorus chatter	C
And owlets lend their aid to ring	R
The death bell of But that's no matter	C
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XX	E
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MY Song must end and now I'll send	K
It to the critics with this letter	C
'Sir praise this song and I'm your friend	K
Or if you'd rather you had better '	-
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One to my lady fair also	E
I'll write and from the subject borrow	E
Such fire that I'll receive I know	E
Another posy gift to morrow	E
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