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Unformatted text preview: With hey, ho, . . . By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain, . . . But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, . . . With toss-pots still had drunken heads, For the rain, . . . A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, . . . But that's all one, our play is done. And we'll strive to please you every day....
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- Spring '09
- Shakespeare, little tiny boy