The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love.
And saw what I never had seen:
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The Grave
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
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My Friend
My friend must be a bird
Because he flies.
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John Anderson, my Jo
John Anderson, my Jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
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She Tells Her Love
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
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Farewell to Love
Since there's not help, come let us kiss and part;
Nay, I am done, you get no more of me;
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YOU SMILED
You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.
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I Never Lost As Much
I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
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Tell me not, Sweet,
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
For, from the nunnery
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Hope is a Thing With Feathers
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
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