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... My gold is gone , my money is spent ; My land now take it unto thee ; Give me the gold , good John o ' Scales , And thine for aye my land shall be . " Then John he did him to record draw , And John he gave him a god's - pennie ; But ...
... My gold is gone , my money is spent ; My land now take it unto thee ; Give me the gold , good John o ' Scales , And thine for aye my land shall be . " Then John he did him to record draw , And John he gave him a god's - pennie ; But ...
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