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The Seven Sages
    t. My great-grandfato Edmund Burke

    In Grattans house.

    t-grandfather shared

    A pot-h once.

    t-grandfatalked of music,

    Drank tar-er he Bishop of Cloyne.

    t mine saella once.

    t?

    t minds t ed higgery.

    th. Burke was a hig.

    t,

    Goldsmit and the Bishop of Cloyne

    All ed  w is higgery?

    A levelling, rancorous, rational sort of mind

    t never looked out of t

    Or out of drunkards eye.

    th. Alls higgery now,

    But  the world.

    t. American colonies, Ireland, France and India

    melody against it.

    t he had seen,

    Roads full of beggars, cattle in the fields,

    But never sarefoil stained h blood,

    t it.

    tomb of S  away.

    third. A voice

    Soft as tle of a reed from Cloyne

    t gathunder-clap.

    tb.  schese four?

    the roads

    Mimicking hey heard, as children mimic;

    tood t wisdom comes of beggary.
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