all the harm that ever I did Alas, it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass
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all the harm that ever I did Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass
And all the harm that ever I did Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass
all the harm I ever done Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass
