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Tyburn had a pretty bird,
Feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs - upon my word He was a pretty fellow! The sweetest note he always sung, Which much delighted Pulvari'. He often, where the cage was hung, Sat hearing his canary.
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"Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out." --Hugh Latimer, October 16, 1555 |
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What, you didn't name him Buzzard?
Mary had an aeroplane In which she liked to frisk. What a foolish little girl she was Her little * |
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