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"What divine music she lured out of the old violin--merry and sad, gay and sorrowful by turns, music such as the stars of morning might have made singing together, music that the fairies might have danced to in their revels among the green hills or on yellow sands, music that might have mourned over the grave of a dead hope. Then she drifted into a still sweeter strain. As he listened to it he rea...

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  • Oh Sally, my dear, It's you I'd be kissing. She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing." Oh Sally, my dear, I wish I could wed you. Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you. She smiled and replied, "Then you'd say I misled you." If all the young men were hares on the mountain, how many young girls would take guns and go hunting? If all the young men were fish in the water, how many young girls would undress and dive after? If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes, how many young girls would go beating the bushes? But the young men are given to frisking and fooling. So, I'll leave them alone and attend to my schooling.
  • If I were a fishermen down by the waterside and Polly a salmon swimming close by my side; I'd cast down my net and I'd catch her in a snare. I'd bring down pretty Polly I vow and declare.
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