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A SHROPSHIRE LAD
Oh, God will save her, fear you not:
Be you the men you 've been,
Get you the sons your fathers got,
And God will save the Queen.
Be you the men you 've been,
Get you the sons your fathers got,
And God will save the Queen.
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II
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
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