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And Wild-scatter'd Cowslips Bedeck The Green Dale.

Nature's Law, That Man Was Made To Mourn. Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn! O Death, The Poor Man's Dearest Friend, The Kindest And The Best!

The Landlord's Laugh Was Ready Chorus.

Oatcakes Are A Delicate Relish When Eaten Warm With Ale.

God Knows, I'm Not The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be, But Twenty Times I Rather Would Be An Atheist Clean, Than Under Gospel Colours Hid Be Just For A Screen.