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YOUNG CHARLOTTIE
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OUNG Charlottie lived by a mountain side in a wild and lonely spot, There was no village for miles around except her
father's cot; And yet on many a wintry night young boys would
gather there,— Her father kept a social board, and she was very fair.
One New Year's Eve as the sun went down, she cast
a wistful eye Out from the window pane as a merry sleigh went by. At a village fifteen miles away was to be a ball that
night; Although the air was piercing cold, her heart was
merry and light.
At last her laughing eye lit up as a well-known voice
she heard, And dashing in front of the door her lover's sleigh
appeared. " O daughter, dear," her mother said, " this blanket
round you fold, 'Tis such a dreadful night abroad and you will catch
your death of cold." |
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