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WHEN WILLIAM AT EVE.
When William at eve meets me down at the stile
How sweet is the Nightingale’s song
Of the days I forgot all my labour and toil
Whilst the moon plays yon branches among
By her beams without I hear him complain
And beleive every word of his song
You know not how sweet ’tis to love the dear swain
Whilst the Moon plays yon branches among
F I N I S.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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