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Knowest thou, Gretchen, how it happens ? |
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Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving ? |
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Lady Tabbyskin gave a large party last night |
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Let dogs delight to bark and bite |
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Let Taylor preach upon a morning breezy |
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Little Bopeep has lost her sheep |
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Little children, can you tell |
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" Little girl, where do you go to school ?" |
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Little Miss Meddlesome, scattering crumbs |
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Little one, come to my knee ! |
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Little travelers Zionward |
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Long ago the Lord of glory |
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Lord God of morning and of night |
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Lord, this night I come to own |
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Love thy mother, little one!. |
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Loving Jesus, meek and mild |
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Maiden, didst thou see me weeping? |
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Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes. |
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Maud Muller, on a summer's day |
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My boy, be cool, do things by rule |
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My fairest child, I have no song to give you |
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My faith looks up to thee |
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My Father, hear a little child |
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My good blade carves the casques of men |
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My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind. |
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My Lord, my love, was crucified |
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My prayers I said, I went to bed |
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New every morning is the love |
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Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note |
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Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are ! |
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Now that the day-star glimmers bright |
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0 Father ! whom my father loves ! |
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0 God of Bethel, by whose hand .. |
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0 God! who wert my childhood's love |
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0 Jesn, thou art standing |
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O little flowers, you love me so |
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0 mother, dear mother, no wonder I cry! |
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0 sacred Head! now wounded |
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0 Spitz! this really is too bad |
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Often I think of the beautiful town |
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Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray. |
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Oh! I long to lie, dear mother |
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" Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home". |
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Oh, what can little hands do? |
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Oh, when I was a tiny boy |
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Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west |
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Old Mother Duck has hatched a brood |
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Old Winter is a sturdy one |
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Once on a time, in rainy weather |
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Once there was a little kitty |
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary |
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One autumn night, when the wind was high |
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On ! from honor unto honor; let not praise nor pelf allure. |
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On Linden, when the sun was low |
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On sunny slope and beechen swell |
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" Open the window and let me in !" |
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Our band is few, but true and tried. |
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Dur blest Redeemer, ere he breathed |
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Our captain was Bailly Suffren |
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Pussy-cat lives in the servants' hall |
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