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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn

Give all to love

Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!

Give me my scallop-shell of quiet

Give pardon, blessed soul, to my bold cries

Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill

Go and catch a falling star

Go fetch to me a pint o' wine

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

God Lyaeus, ever young

Good-morrow to the day so fair

Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd

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