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OTHER VERSE 79 |
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His starting was traced to a place where a man, Had met on the Mexican border, McCann, ■ And a girl with red hair, about sixteen or so, Said her father was Sandy, and ten years ago, As she had oft heard, from her mother's own
mouth, Had shouldered his traps and had gone further
south.
So trav'ling along, through the land of the sun, Where people were gen'rally black-haired and
dun, One day they brought up, with a well-founded
joy,
At a ranch where they saw a bright, red-headed
boy, Whose name was McCann, but his father, he
said, Left six years before and they thought he was
dead.
Undaunted, the searchers forwent needed rest And pushed further south, with their clue and
their quest, 'Till, worn out and hungry, one blazing hot day, Far down in Tabasco on Campeachy Bay, They ran into cover a red-headed child, Unkempt and disheveled, and very near wild. |
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