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It Ne'er was Spak'.
1844.
It ne'er was spak', but aft was look'd;
I ken'd it in your e'e, Jeanie;
An' for the luve to me you bore,
I've often thought o' thee, Jeanie.
I ken'd it in your e'e, Jeanie;
An' for the luve to me you bore,
I've often thought o' thee, Jeanie.
While faces, ance perferr'd to thine,
I willingly forget, Jeanie;
Thy sonsie look o' unsought luve,
I mind and prize it yet, Jeanie!
I willingly forget, Jeanie;
Thy sonsie look o' unsought luve,
I mind and prize it yet, Jeanie!
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An' now I'm in the field we reap'd,
An' sigh to think ye're gane, Jeanie;
For finer form there might ha been—
But kinder heart was nane, Jeanie!
An' sigh to think ye're gane, Jeanie;
For finer form there might ha been—
But kinder heart was nane, Jeanie!
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