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CD 1
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1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns
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1:31
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
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0:39
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THE RECRUIT: Leave your home behind, lad
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1:05
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REVEILLE: Wake: the silver dusk returning
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1:08
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Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
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1:30
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When the lad for longing sighs
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0:36
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When smoke stood up from Ludlow
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1:16
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'Farewell to barn and stack and tree'
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1:02
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On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
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1:23
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MARCH: The sun at noon to higher air
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1:01
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On your midnight pallet lying
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0:42
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When I watch the living meet
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0:45
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When I was one - and - twenty
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0:45
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There pass the careless people
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0:56
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Look not in my eyes, for fear
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0:50
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It nods and curtseys and recovers
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0:29
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Twice a week the winter thorough
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0:35
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Oh, when I was in love with you
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0:25
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TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG
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1:24
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Oh fair enough are sky and plain
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0:44
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BREDON HILL: In summertime on Bredon
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1:30
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The street sounds to the soldiers' tread
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0:37
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The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair
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1:08
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Say, lad, have you things to do
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0:36
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This time of year a twelvemonth past
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0:43
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Along the fields as we came by
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0:56
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'Is my team ploughing'
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1:25
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THE WELSH MARCHES: High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
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1:41
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THE LENT LILY: 'Tis spring; come out to ramble
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0:48
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Others, I am not the first
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0:51
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On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble
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1:07
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From far, from eve and morning
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0:34
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If truth in hearts that perish
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0:49
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THE NEW MISTRESS
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1:08
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On the idle hill of summer
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0:47
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White in the moon the long road lies
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0:51
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As through the wild green hills of Wyre
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1:39
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The winds out of the west land blow
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0:53
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'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
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0:39
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Into my heart an air that kills
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0:31
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In my own shire, if I was sad
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1:29
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THE MERRY GUIDE: Once in the wind of morning
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2:23
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THE IMMORTAL PART: When I meet the morning beam
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2:04
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Shot so quick, so clean an ending
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1:33
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If it chance your eye offend you
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0:27
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Bring, in this timeless grave to throw
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1:07
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THE CARPENTER'S SON: 'Here the hangman stops his cart'
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1:19
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Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle
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1:22
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Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly
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0:32
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Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun
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1:08
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Loitering with a vacant eye
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1:05
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Far in a western brookland
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0:46
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THE TRUE LOVER: The lad came to the door at night
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1:34
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With rue my heart is laden
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0:28
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Westward on the high - hilled plains
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0:45
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THE DAY OF BATTLE: 'Far I hear the bugle blow'
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0:46
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You smile upon your friend to - day
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0:24
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When I came last to Ludlow
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0:26
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THE ISLE OF PORTLAND: The star - filled seas are smooth to - night
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0:42
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Now hollow fires burn out to black
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0:26
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HUGHLEY STEEPLE: The vane on Hughley steeple
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1:03
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'Terence, this is stupid stuff'
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2:58
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I Hoed and trenched and weeded
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0:43
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