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Rhyme :
Lawn as white as driven snow.
Cypress black as e'er was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Mask for faces and for noses;
Bugle-bracelet, necklace-amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber;
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;
Pins and peaking sticks of steel;
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy,
Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry:
Come buy.
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