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Maidens, gather not the yew, Leave the glossy myrtle sleeping; Any lad was born untrue, Never a one is fit your weeping. Pretty dears, your tumult cease; Love's a fardel, burthening double. Clear your hearts, and have you peace- Gangway, girls: I'll show you trouble.
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