. The book of ballads . iTlir (Tniiuirt nnii tlir Jliistrnlinii Iniiii. Thy skin is dark as jet, Indye, Tliy cheek is shai-p and liigh,And theres a cruel leer, love, Within thy rolling eye !These tangled ebon tresses ]Xo comb hath eer gone through,And thy forehead, it is furrowd by The elegant tattoo ! I love thee,—oh, I love thee. Thou strangely feeding maid!Nay, lift not thus thy boomerang, I meant not to upbraid!Come, let me taste those yellow lijis That neer were tasted yet,Save when the shipwreckd mariner Passd through them for a Avhet. Mr 2^^ -as^~^^^ S\ 74. Nay, squeeze me not so tig-ht
. The book of ballads . iTlir (Tniiuirt nnii tlir Jliistrnlinii Iniiii. Thy skin is dark as jet, Indye, Tliy cheek is shai-p and liigh,And theres a cruel leer, love, Within thy rolling eye !These tangled ebon tresses ]Xo comb hath eer gone through,And thy forehead, it is furrowd by The elegant tattoo ! I love thee,—oh, I love thee. Thou strangely feeding maid!Nay, lift not thus thy boomerang, I meant not to upbraid!Come, let me taste those yellow lijis That neer were tasted yet,Save when the shipwreckd mariner Passd through them for a Avhet. Mr 2^^ -as^~^^^ S\ 74. Nay, squeeze me not so tig-htly ! For I am g-aunt and thin,Theres Utile flesh to tempt thee Beneath a convicts came not to be eaten, I sought thee, love, to woo ;Besides, bethink thee, dearest, TI:ou St dined on cockatoo! Thy father is a chieftain ; A\hy, tliat s the very thing- !A\ithin my native country- I, too, have been a this branded letter. Which nothing- can is the royal emblem, The token of mj- race! But rebels rose against me, And dared my power disown—Youve heard, love, of the judges \ They drove me from my I have wanderd hither, Across the stormy search of g-lorious freedom, In search, my sweet, of thee! w % -/vnV -?«-• ? ^^diiTj,
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