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Country-mans Lamentation For The Death Of His Cow : A Country Swain Of Little Wit One Day, Did Kill His Cow Because She Went Astray: What's That To I Or You, She Was His Own, But Now The Ass For His Cow Doth Moan: Most Pineously Methink He Cries In Vain, For Now His Cow,s [sic] Free From Hunger, And Pain: What Ails The Fool To Make So Great A Stir, She Cannot Come To Him, He May To Her. To A Pleasant Country Tune, Called, Colly My Cow |
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