English Masterpieces, Volume 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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... Shep . Who is that pipes so poor ? Mak . Would ye knew what I endure ! Lo , a man that walks on the moor , And has not all his will ! 2nd Shep . Mak , where hast thou gone ? Tell us tidings . 3rd Shep . Is he come ? Then everyone take ...
... Shep . Who is that pipes so poor ? Mak . Would ye knew what I endure ! Lo , a man that walks on the moor , And has not all his will ! 2nd Shep . Mak , where hast thou gone ? Tell us tidings . 3rd Shep . Is he come ? Then everyone take ...
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... Shep . Ah , Coll , good morn ! Why sleep thou not ? 1st Shep . Alas , that ever was I born ! We have a foul blot . 450 A fat wether have we lorn . 3rd Shep . Marry , God forbot ! 33 2nd Shep . Who should do us that scorn ? That were a ...
... Shep . Ah , Coll , good morn ! Why sleep thou not ? 1st Shep . Alas , that ever was I born ! We have a foul blot . 450 A fat wether have we lorn . 3rd Shep . Marry , God forbot ! 33 2nd Shep . Who should do us that scorn ? That were a ...
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... 2nd Shep . Mak , friends will we be , for we are all one . Mak . We ! Now I hold for me , for amends Farewell , all three ! All glad were ye gone ! get I none . 3rd Shep . Fair ... Shep . I trow , kind 43 will 222 THE SECOND SHEPHERDS ' PLAY.
... 2nd Shep . Mak , friends will we be , for we are all one . Mak . We ! Now I hold for me , for amends Farewell , all three ! All glad were ye gone ! get I none . 3rd Shep . Fair ... Shep . I trow , kind 43 will 222 THE SECOND SHEPHERDS ' PLAY.
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