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Burra Glone.
Burra glone
! burra glone!
My wife's away, and I'm alone.
The swallows down the chimney flew,
And scattered the pots and pans;
The little black cat danced on the floor,
And her eyes looked like a man's.
My wife's away, and I'm alone.
The swallows down the chimney flew,
And scattered the pots and pans;
The little black cat danced on the floor,
And her eyes looked like a man's.
Burra glone! burra glone!
I've lost my darlings every one,—
The rat, the cat, the dog, the bat,
And the wolf who stole my tongs,
The owl who came with her eyes aflame,
And the crow, with his midnight songs.
I've lost my darlings every one,—
The rat, the cat, the dog, the bat,
And the wolf who stole my tongs,
The owl who came with her eyes aflame,
And the crow, with his midnight songs.
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