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Page 190
... growing prime , And man does flourish but his time . Survey our progress from our birth- We are set , we grow , we turn to earth . Courts adieu , and all delights , All bewitching appetites ! Sweetest breath and clearest eye , Like ...
... growing prime , And man does flourish but his time . Survey our progress from our birth- We are set , we grow , we turn to earth . Courts adieu , and all delights , All bewitching appetites ! Sweetest breath and clearest eye , Like ...
Page 322
... Grow the Rashes O Green grow the rashes O , Green grow the rashes O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend , Are spent amang the lasses Ò ! There's nought but care on ev'ry han ' , In ev'ry hour that passes O ; What signifies the life o ...
... Grow the Rashes O Green grow the rashes O , Green grow the rashes O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend , Are spent amang the lasses Ò ! There's nought but care on ev'ry han ' , In ev'ry hour that passes O ; What signifies the life o ...
Page 523
... grow dead - old . But now , Not to live old seems awful ; not to renew My boyhood with my boys , and teach ' em hitting , Shooting , and hunting , -all the arts of hurting ! -Well , that's what I learnt . That , and making money . Your ...
... grow dead - old . But now , Not to live old seems awful ; not to renew My boyhood with my boys , and teach ' em hitting , Shooting , and hunting , -all the arts of hurting ! -Well , that's what I learnt . That , and making money . Your ...
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