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AT BRILL ON THE HILL / THE WIND BLOWS SHRILL by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: I KNOW NO MORE THAN THIS
AT Brill on the hill
The wind blows shrill,
The cook no meat can dress;
At Stow-on-the-Wold
The wind blows cold,
I know no more than this.



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