My bonny dear Shonny
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My crowny my honey
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Why dost thou grumble
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And keep in thy words soe
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Sighing & crying
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and groaning and frowning
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Ah why dost thou still lay
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thy hand on thy sword soe
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What if the traytors
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will talk of state matters
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And raile att the king
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without caus or reason
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We will love on
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And lestt buisness alone
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for billing and kissing
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Can nere be found treason
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