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My Cousin May

My Cousin May is pritty-- As pritty as a rose; And not a rose is sweeter, As you may well suppose. 'Tis vain, to speak her beauty, In simple words like these; So in a fair, sweet vision, Just use your fancy please.

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Yes, Cousin May is pritty, In this we all agree; But then, she's soon to marry, That spoils it all for me.

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