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A lady was going for walks on the midsummer’s working day/The birds they were whistling so merrily and gay/Along came a white steed, the best array/And it carried a young man, these words he did say/”Arrive Are living by the great moon/That regulations the solid tide/Climb up on my horse, like/And become my sweet brideWhile in the blink of an e