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Beside a furzy common patched with sand,
An ancient mansion stood, a piebald heap
Of blackened oak and plaster: in the days
Of queenly Bess a hall, a farmstead now.
Here Martha Bruce for many years abode,
A widowed mother with a single child,
Mary a comely blossom of eighteen.
An ancient mansion stood, a piebald heap
Of blackened oak and plaster: in the days
Of queenly Bess a hall, a farmstead now.
Here Martha Bruce for many years abode,
A widowed mother with a single child,
Mary a comely blossom of eighteen.
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