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Words and music by William Byrd


Whereat an ant with long experience wise,
And frost and snow had many Winters seen,
Inquired what in summer was her guise.
Quoth she, I sung and hopped in meadows green.
Then quoth the ant: Content thee with thy chance,
For to thy song now art thou like to dance.

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