 | A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat."
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This is Ethel's mystery,
No one knows it all but me.
Ethel bearded Squire Duval
In his study at the hall,
Told him Dick was not to blame,
But his answer was the same.
“Dick's disgraced an ancient line,
He's no longer son of mine.”
But there's nought he will not do,
If Queen Ethel asks him to,
Saving this; and on a day,
After Ethel's gone away,
He will say, with almost joy,
“She did not desert my boy.”
| A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat."
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