O' For A Booke - Poem by Anonymous British
O for a Booke and a shadie nook.
Eyther in-a doore or out;
With the grene leaves whispering overhede,
Or the Streets crys all about
Where I maie Readse at all my ease,
Both of the Newe and Olde;
For a jollie goode Brook wherreoon to looke,
Is beter to me than Colde.
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