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     The Song of Phoebe and Jellicoe
     Phoebe drest like beauty's queen，
     Jellicoe in faint pea-green，
     Sitting all beneath a grot，
     Where the little lambkins trot.
     Maidens dancing， loves a-sporting，
     All the country folks a-courting，
     Susan， Johnny， Bob， and Joe，
     Lightly tripping on a row.
     Happy people， who can be
     In happiness compar'd with ye？
     The pilgrim with his crook and hat
     Sees your happiness complete.