Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. " "Won't you take me?" "No; you must await my return here. Oh! and love—love! We’ve had so splendid a time, and fought our fight and won. “You must pack for me.
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