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LITTLE GOLD HEAD.
The little Gold Head was so “put out,”
Though none but herself knew what about,
That she sat on the door steps a while to pout,
Oh, greedy little Gold Head!
Though none but herself knew what about,
That she sat on the door steps a while to pout,
Oh, greedy little Gold Head!
“I had one tart, but I wanted two,
So I'll run away, that's what I'll do!”
And she found White-wool in the meadow dew
Cropping the clover red.
So I'll run away, that's what I'll do!”
And she found White-wool in the meadow dew
Cropping the clover red.
The two were friends, and glad to meet,
She cried, “Nan-nan, is the clover sweet?
And can you have all you want to eat?”
“Ba-a ba-a—!” he said.
She cried, “Nan-nan, is the clover sweet?
And can you have all you want to eat?”
“Ba-a ba-a—!” he said.
September 18th, 1881.
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