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Rain, Rain!

AIN! cruel rain! to sky fly again,
Your visit to earth brings me sorrow and pain.
For it’s ever your way, when I wish to be gay,
To cast a wet blanket on my holiday.

INVA &
AEN ya

= NA

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Tes is the farmer sowing his corn,
Who was up with the lark at the first streak of dawn ;
Who kept the cock who crowed in the morn—
Who to keep the peace has this day been sworn :
For he waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
Who went on an errand he ne’er should have gone —