. St. Nicholas [serial] . e maids aboard and win their modest thanks! With scanty speech and eyes demure they glided from the strand ;And half in mocking, half good-by, the taller waved a hand; Then (with a clash of bonnet-brims) upon the farther sideStooped for a maid-like, fond farewell, while the other maiden cried. Cry not! Adieu! Zat John be proudwen all you do I fin him wiz ze armee soon. Adieu, Me-hit-a-belle! So home across the stream again, with tearsa-running down, Laughing for a saucy trick and weeping fora gown. He 11 trail through mud and marshes, he 11break through bush an
. St. Nicholas [serial] . e maids aboard and win their modest thanks! With scanty speech and eyes demure they glided from the strand ;And half in mocking, half good-by, the taller waved a hand; Then (with a clash of bonnet-brims) upon the farther sideStooped for a maid-like, fond farewell, while the other maiden cried. Cry not! Adieu! Zat John be proudwen all you do I fin him wiz ze armee soon. Adieu, Me-hit-a-belle! So home across the stream again, with tearsa-running down, Laughing for a saucy trick and weeping fora gown. He 11 trail through mud and marshes, he 11break through bush and brier; T will be torn to shreds and streamers, andfouled with stain and viire. T will be—/ dare not think of it! My beau-tiful brocade! While I go dressed in dimity, a sad and sobermaid. And yet—you laugh, Mehitabel! Ay, laugh and dry your eyes !Clap the cover on the chest that wide and empty the thing to do again, what different would you do?Freedom s more than Sabba silk, and the lad went safely
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