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The Boy On The Farm

The Boy on the Farm 1766 I've put away my tired skates, My sled is on the "bum" My overshoes I'll need no more I'm glad 'at summer's come I've got a bran-new jack-knife- I'll make the whistles hum; I know just where the willows grow-…

A Maudle-In Ballad

A MAUDLE-IN BALLAD 3563 My lank limp lily, my long lithe lily, My languid lily-love fragile and thin, With dank leaves dangling and flower-flap chilly, That shines like the shin of a Highland gilly; skin! Mottled and moist as a cold toad's…