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Old Ballads

CHERRY-RIPE.

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Cherry-Ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones, come and buy; If so be you ask me where They do grow? I answer, There, Where my Julia's lips do smile, There's the land or cherry isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year, where cherries grow.

Herrick.

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