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Where matron and maiden with deft fingers moulded, And swift the white heaps to the hot oven bore.
A kiss of the fire and the story is ended
Yes, less than five minutes from wheat-ear to bread.
So grow modern miracles; out of Time s sowing They spring into bloom neath a century s tread.
��FORGIVE HER? NO, NEVER!
WELL, dominie, thank you for comin They told you, I s pose, I was wild When I found that a store-keepin feller
Had just run away with my child, My baby, my motherless Nancy
She s a baby, you see, to me now And to think she would cheat her old father ! "When was it?" you ask me, " and how?"
Well, long about hayin she told me,
Her apron half over her cheek, That a lad from the town came a-courtin .
" Might she see him ?" I tried not to speak, But I couldn t keep still, an I told her
I d shoot him as quick as a hound If he ever come near her to court her
When me and my gun was around.
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