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But , false as hell , she , like the wind , My passion is as mustard strong ; Chang'd as her sex must do ; I sit all sober sad ; Though seeming as the turtle kind , Drunk as a piper all day long , And like the gospel true .
But , false as hell , she , like the wind , My passion is as mustard strong ; Chang'd as her sex must do ; I sit all sober sad ; Though seeming as the turtle kind , Drunk as a piper all day long , And like the gospel true .
Pagina 297
Struck with her charms and gentle truth , Tweed's murmurs should lull her to rest ; I clasp'd the constant fair ; Kind Nature indulging my bliss , To her alone I give my youth , To relieve the soft pains of my breast And vow my future ...
Struck with her charms and gentle truth , Tweed's murmurs should lull her to rest ; I clasp'd the constant fair ; Kind Nature indulging my bliss , To her alone I give my youth , To relieve the soft pains of my breast And vow my future ...
Pagina 308
his case , 4 each gun Poor dog ! he was faithful and kind , to be sure , ø 92. Song . Battle of the Baltic . CAMPBELL . And he constantly loved me , although I was poor ; [ less away , OF Nelson and the North , When the sour - looking ...
his case , 4 each gun Poor dog ! he was faithful and kind , to be sure , ø 92. Song . Battle of the Baltic . CAMPBELL . And he constantly loved me , although I was poor ; [ less away , OF Nelson and the North , When the sour - looking ...
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