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sow
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-
ed
…
I
sow
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ed
th
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-
e
seeds
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of
′
love
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,
I
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it
was
′
all
′
i
′
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in
the
′
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e
spring
′
,
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-
pril
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,
Ma
′
-
ay
,
a
′
-
nd
sun
′
-
ny
′
June
′
,
When
sma
′
-
all
bi
′
-
irds
they
′
do
′
sing
.
"
Well
put
out
of
hand
,
"
said
Coggan
,
at
the
end
of
the
verse
.
"
’
They
do
sing
’
was
a
very
taking
paragraph
.
"
"
Ay
;
and
there
was
a
pretty
place
at
’
seeds
of
love
.
’
and
’
twas
well
heaved
out
.
Though
’
love
’
is
a
nasty
high
corner
when
a
man
’
s
voice
is
getting
crazed
.
Next
verse
,
Master
Poorgrass
.
"
But
during
this
rendering
young
Bob
Coggan
exhibited
one
of
those
anomalies
which
will
afflict
little
people
when
other
persons
are
particularly
serious
:
in
trying
to
check
his
laughter
,
he
pushed
down
his
throat
as
much
of
the
tablecloth
as
he
could
get
hold
of
,
when
,
after
continuing
hermetically
sealed
for
a
short
time
,
his
mirth
burst
out
through
his
nose
.
Joseph
perceived
it
,
and
with
hectic
cheeks
of
indignation
instantly
ceased
singing
.
Coggan
boxed
Bob
’
s
ears
immediately
.
"
Go
on
,
Joseph
—
go
on
,
and
never
mind
the
young
scamp
,
"
said
Coggan
.
"
’
Tis
a
very
catching
ballet
.
Now
then
again
—
the
next
bar
;
I
’
ll
help
ye
to
flourish
up
the
shrill
notes
where
yer
wind
is
rather
wheezy
:
—
