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FEMININE SPITE.
The trial was over; for stolen gold,
Robin the gardener his life had sold;
The judge had commended to heaven his soul,
And his head from the guillotine's hatchet to roll;
The maiden who loved him did speed to his cell,
And her brain shook with fear, like a vibrating bell,
When there purposely met her the black-haired Lucette,
Whose grass-flipping feet showed the village coquette.
Robin the gardener his life had sold;
The judge had commended to heaven his soul,
And his head from the guillotine's hatchet to roll;
The maiden who loved him did speed to his cell,
And her brain shook with fear, like a vibrating bell,
When there purposely met her the black-haired Lucette,
Whose grass-flipping feet showed the village coquette.
This black-haired Lucette oft had striven to make
A suitor of Robin;—at church, and at wake,
With her eyes in the dance, with her leg at the stile,
With her romps in the fields, she had striven to beguile
The senses of Robin, that so he might pray
Her mercy, and she, with disdain, answer nay;
But no looking, no romping, no unveiling would do,
To the maiden who loved him poor Robin was true.
A suitor of Robin;—at church, and at wake,
With her eyes in the dance, with her leg at the stile,
With her romps in the fields, she had striven to beguile
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Her mercy, and she, with disdain, answer nay;
But no looking, no romping, no unveiling would do,
To the maiden who loved him poor Robin was true.
Now to meet this lorn maiden, Lucette had put on
Her flauntiest of dresses; her blackest shoes shone
Against her white stockings; her white and red gown
Was tasselled with ribands, around, up and down;
She saw the maid sobbing,—her bright greedy eye
Just glanced all around to see no one was nigh,—
Then she sniffed, and she smirked, and she tossed back her head,
And “You're lucky to know the young gardener,” she said.
Her flauntiest of dresses; her blackest shoes shone
Against her white stockings; her white and red gown
Was tasselled with ribands, around, up and down;
She saw the maid sobbing,—her bright greedy eye
Just glanced all around to see no one was nigh,—
Then she sniffed, and she smirked, and she tossed back her head,
And “You're lucky to know the young gardener,” she said.
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