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Mirth And Play

Now’s the time for mirth and play,
Saturday’s an holiday;
Praise to heaven unceasing yeild,
I’ve found a lark’s nest in the field.

A lark’s nest, then your playmate begs
You’d spare herself and speckled eggs;
Soon she shall ascend and sing
Your praises to the eternal King.


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