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SEASONS 221
Far or near be the distance,
Every creature needs attention.
To allow a boat under her sail from land,
From land to the country of her unacquaintance.
Whoso would meditate my lav.
And say it every Monday eve.
The luck of Michael would be on his head.
And never would he see perdition.
Alternative Versions —
Hill river is very palatable.
Ever meandering to Jordan,
Right well it retained its tribute
On the Lord's Day though great its flood.
No drop, though pure be its water.
Shall run in the channel of the lied Sea.
The wood of the Lord's Day now, alas !
In the channel of the Red Sea,
Though the red head should fall off"
It would be till Monday asleep.
Let me not leave aught behind.
To talk a while of the redemption.

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