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On a Thorn Tree planted over the Grave of “Miss Miggs,” a Brood Mare.
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On a Thorn Tree planted over the Grave of “Miss Miggs,” a Brood Mare.
With a thorn in her side the old mare we inter,Though alive she ne'er needed the prick of a spur.
Six colts and eight fillies the stock that she bred,
Each in turn first and foremost the hunting field led.
This thorn if it rival the produce she foal'd,
Will be hung in due season with apples of gold;
But whate'er fruit it bear it will not bear a sloe,
For no thorn save a quick thorn can out of her grow.
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