n,Says Molly, ■ view his native plain;I d smile and, through the lingring year,His absence would with patience bear.But much I fear some fatal blowWill lay my much-lovd Thomas low.The Sexton says he knows you well,And tis an idle tale you tell:That your recruits are always slain,And never see their… … ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH 67 THE MAIDEN LADIES Wonders will never cease, tis said,And wondring is an ancient trade.But it turnd out one Winters night,It was, indeed, a curious sight,Round a warm fire, in that cold weather,That ten old maids had got together:At least, so far they had miscarried,Not one…
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