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[Look at me over your shoulder, lass]
Look at me over your shoulder, lass,As you often look in your looking-glass,
And trill to me that merry rhyme,
That rhyme of love and the glad spring-time,
With a fol-de-rol-de-rey oh!
Nature-notes and impressions in prose and verse | ||