that morning. When I asked Mom about it, she admitted that-Make ends meet

that morning. When I asked Mom about it, she admitted that

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Our throats are tuned. Come let's commence!

that morning. When I asked Mom about it, she admitted that

The holy Roman empire now, How holds it still together?

that morning. When I asked Mom about it, she admitted that

An ugly song! a song political! A song offensive! Thank God, every morn To

that morning. When I asked Mom about it, she admitted that

rule the Roman empire, that you were not born! I bless my stars at least that

mine is not Either a kaiser's or a chancellor's lot. Yet 'mong ourselves should

one still lord it o'er the rest; That we elect a pope I now suggest. Ye know,

what quality ensures A man's success, his rise secures.

Bear, lady nightingale above, Ten thousand greetings to my love.