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A MEDLEY.
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 Then I remember’d one myself had madeWhat time I watch’d the swallow winging southFrom mine own land, part made long since, and partNow while I sang, and maidenlike as farAs I could ape their treble, did I sing.
 ‘O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,And tell her, tell her what I tell to thee,
 'O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each,That bright and fierce and fickle is the South,And dark and true and tender is the North.
 'O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and lightUpon her lattice, I would pipe and trill,And cheep and twitter twenty million loves.
 'O were I thou that she might take me in,And lay me on her bosom, and her heartWould rock the snowy cradle till I died.
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