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(　69　)  First wi' the thrush, he thrust and pushed,. His p—t—e large and strong, sir, The blackbird next, his tunefu' text, Made him both bold and strong, sir. The linnet's lay came then in play, And the lark that soared aboon, sir, Till Damon fierce, mistimed his a—e, And spent quite out of tune, sir.

 

