Ballads
Ballads
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I placed her passive hand in hisWith
how much pain God only knows--
And blessing him for her sweet sake,
I left him standing with my Rose!
PHOEBE'S WOOING.
"PHOEBE! Phoebe! Where is the chit?
When I want her most she's out of the way.
Child, you're running a long account
Up, to be squared on Judgment-day.
"Where have you been? and what have you there?"
"To the pasture for buttercups wet with dew."
"My patience! I think you are out of your wits;
I wonder what good will buttercups do?
"There's pennyroyal you might have got,-
It might have been useful to you or me,
But I never heard, in all my life,
Of buttercup cordial or buttercup tea.
"I want you to stay and mind the bread,
I've just put two loaves in the oven to bake;
When they are clone take them carefully out,
And put in their place this loaf of cake,
"While I run over to Widow Brown's;
Her son, from the mines, has just got bac
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