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SONG TITLE FIRST LINE Eighteen Pence I took my love to a hall one night—it was a social hop Eldorado Mining Disaster. With sorrow we remember, the middle of July Emigrants' Song We are going far away, far away from England's shore Emigration Bound I've lived, I'm very much afraid, an indifferent sort of life Epitaph For A Steam Engine My engine now is cold and still Ehssau I saw Ehssau kissing Kate

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