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For sports, for pagentrie and plays, Thou hast thy eves and holy days. Thy wakes, thy quintels, here thou hast: Thy May-pole, too, with garlands vast. Thy morrice dance, thy Whitsun ale, Thy shearing feasts which never fail; Thy harvest home, thy wassaile bowle That's tost up after fox-i'th-hole; Thy mummeries, thy twelfe-tide kings, And queens; thy Christmas revellings.