Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 425
O gay they grew as the night hours flew. He forgot how the time sped away;Till swift overhead he heard the Queens treadAs she sprang out of bed, when he hurriedly said They might finish the tune the next day.Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle. And a very fine fiddle had he :Oh, t was not fair such…
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