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{\sc {\bf Of All The Birds}}

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\begin{fussy}
Of all the birds that I do know,\\*
Phyllis my sparrow hath no peer;\\*
For sit she high, or sit she low\\*
Be she far off, or be she near,\\*
There is no bird so fair, so fine\\*
Nor yet so fresh as this of mine;\\*
\end{fussy}

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\begin{fussy}
For when she once hath felt the fit,\\*
Philip will cry still:\\*
Yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, yet,\\*
Yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, yet,\\*
Yet, yet, yet, yet!\\*
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\begin{fussy}
Come in a morning merrily\\*
When Philip hath been lately fed;\\*
Or in an evening soberly\\*
When Philip list to go to bed;\\*
It is a heaven to hear my Phipp,\\*
How she can chirp with merry lip,\\*
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For when she once hath felt the fit\ldots\\*
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\begin{fussy}
She never wanders far abroad,\\*
But is at home when I do call.\\*
If I command she lays on load\\*
With lips, with teeth, with tongue and all\\*
She chants, she chirps, she makes such cheer,\\*
That I believe she hath no peer.\\*
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For when she once hath felt the fit\ldots\\*
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\begin{fussy}
And yet besides all this good sport\\*
My Philip can both sing and dance,\\*
With new found toys of sundry sort\\*
My Philip can both prick and prance.\\*
And if you say but: fend cut, Phipp!\\*
Lord, how the peat will turn and skip!\\*
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\begin{fussy}
For when she once hath felt the fit\ldots\\*
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\begin{fussy}
And to tell truth he were to blame,\\*
Having so fine a bird as she\\*
To make him all this goodly game\\*
Without suspect or jealousy;\\*
He were a churl and knew no good,\\*
Would see her faint for lack of food,\\*
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\begin{fussy}
For when she once hath felt the fit\ldots\\*
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