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AN ATTEMPTED EVICTION.
From this our homely castle,
Our modest citadel,
The wind—unruly vassal!—
Would our retreat compel.
He rushes and he rages
Against our outer wall—
The war with us he wages
Is useless, after all!
Our modest citadel,
The wind—unruly vassal!—
Would our retreat compel.
He rushes and he rages
Against our outer wall—
The war with us he wages
Is useless, after all!
A happy thought comes o'er him,
And with an awful shout
He drives the rain before him,
In hopes to drown us out!
But Jamie laughs, and Willie
Looks on with careless eyes—
No, Wind, we're not so silly;
Our home you can't surprise!
And with an awful shout
He drives the rain before him,
In hopes to drown us out!
But Jamie laughs, and Willie
Looks on with careless eyes—
No, Wind, we're not so silly;
Our home you can't surprise!
No, Wind, you'll ne'er be able
This way to make us quit.
There is an ancient fable—
Perhaps you've heard of it?
A traveller it spoke of—
The wind that swept the moors
But couldn't blow his cloak off,
Was he a friend of yours?
This way to make us quit.
There is an ancient fable—
Perhaps you've heard of it?
A traveller it spoke of—
The wind that swept the moors
But couldn't blow his cloak off,
Was he a friend of yours?
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