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Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way side,
When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home brewed ale, ah' fair in sooth was the maiden
Evangeline P 5.
The Pomplete Lactical Wanit
Edinburgh Gall & IngLis 38 North BRIDGE
I Dons of home brewed ale, ah fair in sooth was the maiden
Evangeline P3
The soil is barren, the farm is old,
The thoughtful planter said. Then looked upon the Slavers Gold, And then
upon the maid
The Quadroon P. 240
EDINBURGH GALL & IngLis 58 NORTH BRIDGE