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Song: At the song of my lady’s lace, which a...

by William Turner . For Three voices , in C major

Text:

At the song of my lady’s lace,
which a Derbyshire lady took ill,
quoth she to her neighbour Grace,
”’Tis immodest, I cannot sit still,”
so she nustled and bustled about,
and out of the room she went,
but nobody followed her out,
for she dropped an unfavourly scent,
truth needs no deceiving art,
and if I may speak what I think,
she had let a soft fizzing fart,
and went out of the room to stink.

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