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Section 994
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1Des.
2The poore Soule sat singing, by a Sicamour tree.
3Sing all a greene Willough:
4Her hand on her bosome her head on her knee,
5Sing Willough, Willough, Willough.
6The fresh Streames ran by her, and murmur'd her moanes
7Sing Willough, &c.
8Her salt teares fell from her, and softned the stones,