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His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
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At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note,
It seemed the music melted in the throat.
Hey! Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going read more
Hey! Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Sweetest the strain when in the song
The singer has been lost.
Sweetest the strain when in the song
The singer has been lost.
She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the
shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they read more
She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the
shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they are
most of them means and bases, but one puritan amongst them, and
he sings psalms to hornpipes.
He the sweetest of all singers.
He the sweetest of all singers.
Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing read more
Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves, for he persists
As if his life lay on't.
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
