Clarke: Jockey was as brisk and blith a Lad
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Clarke: The Bonny grey Ey'd Morn
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Clarke: Jockey was a dawdy Lad
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Purcell: Lads and Lasses, blith and gay
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Clarke: I'se no more Shady Coverts
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Clarke: Lord, what's come to my mother
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Clarke: Divine Astrea hither flew
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Purcell: Oh ! lead me to some peaceful Gloom
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Clarke: Alas, here lies the poor Alonzo Slain
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