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DOROTHY
Dorothy, my daughter, said,As her merry heart had taught her,
‘Of your poems that ne'er paid
Publishing—so poor the trade
Upon either side the water—
Give me one’: so laughed and prayed
Dorothy, my daughter.
Wherefore, saucy as I thought her
For so asking, I obeyed;
One of my own books I bought her.
And wrote in it, with the aid
Of a kiss, when I had caught her,
‘To the winsome little maid,
Dorothy, my daughter.’
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