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Title: The Roxburghe ballads
Year: 1879 (1870s)
Authors: Chappell, W. (William), 1809-1888
Subjects: English ballads and songs
Publisher: Hertford : Printed for the Ballad Society by S. Austin
Contributing Library: Pratt - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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