THE AGED SIRE IS WRATHFUL. Ill And now has come Lord Mortimer, A-suing for her hand;A richer nobleman than he Is not in all the land. Upon his lordly knees he sank, On bended knee he fell; And wilt thou not, fair Mary Jane, Within ray castle dwell ? 10 ST. NICHOLAS PLAYS AND OPERETTAS Thou walkest… … LORD MORTIMER. Right scornfully that angry maidHer dainty nose upturned ! She waved her lily hand, and thusHis tempting offer spurned:
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