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The Song Book
CVIII THE THORN |
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When I show'd her the ring, and implor'd her to marry, She blush'd like the dawning of morn : —
"' I'll consent," she replied, " if you'll promise that no Jealous rival shall laugh me to scorn."
The Words attributed to Burns. Tune by Shield. |
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