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F.
And he swings a good blade by a hand
That has hit a few blows for his land.
And the merry-soul'd Ann;—oh! a dear,
She is wedded, and taken to turn
Her own cheeses, and roll her own churn,
But a good way from here.
C.
Home's a nest,
Where our children grow up to take on
Our own places, when we are all gone.
And he swings a good blade by a hand
That has hit a few blows for his land.
And the merry-soul'd Ann;—oh! a dear,
She is wedded, and taken to turn
Her own cheeses, and roll her own churn,
But a good way from here.
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Home's a nest,
Where our children grow up to take on
Our own places, when we are all gone.
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