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Milady's Longing
Dr. John Blow
(Circa 1649-1708)
I'll tell my mother, my Jenny cries,
And then a poor languishing lover dies.
But ye faith, I believe the gypsy lyes.
For all she is so grave and wise.
She longs to be tickled,
To be tickled,
To be tickled,
She longs to be tickled,
O she longs to be tickled.
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