Heigh ho! I'll go to plough no more, Sit down and take thy rest, Of golden groats I have good store, To flaunt it with the best. I love, I love, and who think you? The finest lass that e'er you knew, Which makes me sing when I should cry. Heigh ho! For love I die.
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