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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 275 |
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Deftly hiding reproof in praise,
She cries, " 'Tis, indeed, a lovely Vaze ! "
But brief her unworthy triumph when The lofty one from the home of Perm,
With the consciousness of two grandpapas, Exclaims, " It is quite a lovely Vahs ! "
And glances round with an anxious thrill, Awaiting the word of Beacon Hill.
But the Boston maid smiles courteouslee, And gently murmurs : " Oh, pardon me !
" I did not catch your remark, because
I was so entranced with that charming Vaws ! "
Dies erit prcegelida Sinistra quun Bostonia}
It will be a very cold day when Boston gets left. |
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