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LOVE'S REQUEST.
George, do not come tonight,
I would not cause thee pain, but oh!
I must command thee, darling, go,
And when the moon's pale light
Doth shimmer through the waving trees,
And on the softly dancing breeze
The nightingale throbs his refrain,
Come not again, forgive the pain,
George, do not come tonight.
I would not cause thee pain, but oh!
I must command thee, darling, go,
And when the moon's pale light
Doth shimmer through the waving trees,
And on the softly dancing breeze
The nightingale throbs his refrain,
Come not again, forgive the pain,
George, do not come tonight.
Nay, must I tell thee why?
And dost thou doubt this loyal heart?
'Tis better, George, that we should part,
For, O my darling, I
Discover by the pain 'tis making,
That horrid vaccination's taking,
Yet, if you'll promise on your knees
You will not tease me for a squeeze,
Tonight, George—you may come.
And dost thou doubt this loyal heart?
'Tis better, George, that we should part,
For, O my darling, I
Discover by the pain 'tis making,
That horrid vaccination's taking,
Yet, if you'll promise on your knees
You will not tease me for a squeeze,
Tonight, George—you may come.
January 13th, 1882.
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