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Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh, quoth he,
And went his way.
The Cambrick Shirt.
CAN you make me a cambrick ſhirt,
Paiſley, ſage, roſemary and thyme,
Vithout any ſeam or needleWork?
And you ſhall be a true lover of mine.
Can you waſh it in yonder well,
Parſley, &c.
Where never ſprung water, nor rain ever fell?