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COMUS
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Through this gloomy covert wide;
And not many furlongs thence
Is your Fathers residence,
Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wish’t presence; and, beside,
All the Swains that there abide,
With Jiggs, and rural dance resort.
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and chere.
Com let us haste, the Stars grow high,
But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.
And not many furlongs thence
Is your Fathers residence,
Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wish’t presence; and, beside,
All the Swains that there abide,
With Jiggs, and rural dance resort.
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and chere.
Com let us haste, the Stars grow high,
But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.
