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BESSIE
I've a dove for my cote,
You can hear her soft note;
She sits on the slate
And considers her fate.
You can hear her soft note;
She sits on the slate
And considers her fate.
And I think she agrees
That a life in the trees
With a spouse rather cross
Is no very great loss.
That a life in the trees
With a spouse rather cross
Is no very great loss.
With corn and with bread
She is tenderly fed;
And only her crop
Need compel her to stop.
She is tenderly fed;
And only her crop
Need compel her to stop.
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I know she is wise,
And there's love in her eyes
When I fill up her pan
Or replenish her can.
And there's love in her eyes
When I fill up her pan
Or replenish her can.
She's softer than silk,
With a breast white as milk;
And mother declares
She would like to go shares.
With a breast white as milk;
And mother declares
She would like to go shares.
So next Christmas Day
I shall kiss her, and say
That Bessie (the dove)
Is for her, with my love.
I shall kiss her, and say
That Bessie (the dove)
Is for her, with my love.
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