Technala . FT; .ii.;.1];!., • ji 1 ^W^K |T T¥ lir^i ? ft — __r — —^Z—jjf Kj^.a, .Miss : Dimp Hands! A Lemon On a tree il hung like a star of gold, Amid green leaves supported there; I longed tn pluck it and take a taste, It looked so bright and fair. It was plucked by another— I sigh no more For the bright-skinned beauty I saw from the door. Though bright was its skin, Twas sour as could be A lemon it was. Which hung on the tree. In the door she stood, and her waving hair Gleamed brighter than gold in the morning sun; I longed to know her. to win her heart; She looked like a peerless on
Technala . FT; .ii.;.1];!., • ji 1 ^W^K |T T¥ lir^i ? ft — __r — —^Z—jjf Kj^.a, .Miss : Dimp Hands! A Lemon On a tree il hung like a star of gold, Amid green leaves supported there; I longed tn pluck it and take a taste, It looked so bright and fair. It was plucked by another— I sigh no more For the bright-skinned beauty I saw from the door. Though bright was its skin, Twas sour as could be A lemon it was. Which hung on the tree. In the door she stood, and her waving hair Gleamed brighter than gold in the morning sun; I longed to know her. to win her heart; She looked like a peerless one. She was won by another— I sigh no more For the bright-haired maiden Who stood in the door. Her hair may be bright. But shes cross as can lie; In more than one way. Like a lemon is she. Ruth
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