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She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with
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She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with
pity: and when winter evenings fall early (sitting at her merry
wheel), she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of
fortune . . . and fears no manner of ill because she means none.
Sing a song of sixpence.
Sing a song of sixpence.
I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.
I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.
He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."
He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."
Always keep a song in your heart - it's like karaoke for the voices in your head
Always keep a song in your heart - it's like karaoke for the voices in your head
A song of hate is a song of Hell;
Some there be who sing it well.
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A song of hate is a song of Hell;
Some there be who sing it well.
Let them sing it loud and long,
We lift our hearts in a loftier song:
We life our hearts to Heaven above,
Singing the glory of her we love,
England.
All this for a song.
All this for a song.
Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
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Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
If by such songs you would earn it.
The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.
The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.