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Fumping Foan.
ERE I am, little Jumping Joan!
When I’m beside myself, then I’m alone ;
What I prefer is some one beside me—
Some one to love me, not one to chide me.

—Reraway

 

Bye, Baby! Bye!

YE, baby! bye! Oh, that I could sell you!
Let one offer but half your cost,
And you are sold, I tell you.

Een oe

The Well.

S round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
Yet all the king’s horses can ne’er draw it up:
And well it is so, or, from cunning and craft,
The iron-tailed cow would get never a draught.