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On a fair morning, as I came by the way, Met I with a merry maid in the merry month of May, When a sweet love sings his lovely lay, And every bird upon the bush bechirps it up so gay. With a heave and ho! with a heave and ho! Thy wife shall be thy master, I trow. Sing care away, care away, let the world go! Hey, lustily, all in a row, all in a row, Sing care away, care away, let the world go!
Thomas Morley
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