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The Fair. Fannie Moore
The next was young Henry, Of lowest degree. He won her fond love And enraptured was he;; And then at the altar He quick did secure The hand with the heart Of the fair Fannie Moore.
As she was alone In her cottage one day, When business had called Her fond husband away, Young Randell, the haughty, Came in at the door And clasped in his arms The fair Fannie Moore.
" O Fannie, O Fannie, Reflect on your fate And accept of my offer Before it's too late; For one thing to-night I am bound to secure,— 'Tis the love or the life Of the.fair Fannie Moore."
" Spare me, Oh, spare me! " The young Fannie cries, While the tears swiftly flow 220