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o’er Iron’s build a mote as town is, from hence ashore, & sure o’ that

the earish lad, @ once m’ladies, begin again among the stones, the water’s ripe

and julianne across equators a hill- side stand the other shore & there & then

ki rill e a a lay song the ladies strand & on a floe

O the pipes r psi n from there & then to lass a life line air