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Bennett, Richard R. - That younge child

That younge child
 
That younge child when it gan weep. Whith song she lulles him asleep.
That was so sweet a melody. It was passed alle minstrelsy.
The nightingale sang also, his song is hoarse and nought there to.
Who so attendeth to her song and leaveth the first, then doth he wrong.

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