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A merrie note,

While greasie Jone doth keele[114] the pot.

When all aloud the winde doth blow,

And coifing drownes the Parson's saw;

And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marrian's nose lookes red and raw;

When roasted Crabs[115] hisse in the bowle,

Then nightly sings the staring Owle,

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