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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. 3.
plete Pactical Wast
EDINBURGH GALL & INGLIS 38 NORTH BRIDGES
Iagons of home brewed ale, ah fair in sooth was the maiden
Evangeline P5
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 38 NORTH BRIDGE