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Section 296
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1Vnder the greene wood tree,
2who loues to lye with mee,
3And turne his merrie Note,
4vnto the sweet Birds throte:
5Come hither, come hither, come hither:
6Heere shall he see no enemie,
7But Winter and rough Weather.