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Sweet Sal and Bell

I've pleaf'dfo well

" But hold, I muft not kifs'and tell. " So here I've rid, " Along, to bid 14 Good morrow to your night-cap."

��BEGONE, DULL CARE.

[EGONE, dull care, I prythee begone from me, Begone, dull care, thou, and I mall ne'er agree ; For long time thou haft been tarrying here, and fain

thou would'ft me kill, But I faith dull care, you never lhall have your will.

Too much care will turn a young man grey, And too much care will rurn an old man to clay ; Then my wife mall dance and I will fmg, fo merrily

pafs the day ; For I hold it one of the wifefl tilings, to drive dull

care away.

��GANG DOWN THE BURN.

HEN trees did bud and fields, were green,

And flowers were fair to fee ; When Mary was complete fifteen, And love laugh'd in her eye,

Love laugh'd ;

When Mary was complete fifteen, And love laugh'd in her eye :

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