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The three vvorthy butchers of the north: : I weep, I wail, and travel much in pain, now all my youthful days are past, they'l never come again; once I was a man, but now alas I am none, for all my companions are from me fled and gone. To a pleasant new tune.

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Main Author:	Burges, Paul
Format:	eBook
Language:	English
Published:	[London] : Printed for P. Brooksby, in West-smithfield, [1680?]
Series:	Early English books online.
Subjects:	Ballads, English > 17th century. Broadsides > England > 17th century.
Online Access:	Connect to the full text of this electronic book

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