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Old Marg'ret, of a village race, Was the sage gran'nam of the place.
The dame had pass'd her early day In service of the great and gay;
And was well pleas'd to have it known,
What stations she had held in town;
Would gravely boast where she had been,
And tell the fine things she had seen:
In short, at threescore years of age, She was become a rural sage.
It is not needful to relate What was her lot in married state;
'Twas like what others feel, who try Their chance in marriage lott'ry.
But time had pass'd full many a year,
Since she first shed a widow's tear,

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And now she rul'd in due degree, The household of the Rectory;
Where she did all her duties tend, Less as a servant than a friend.