UPON MY WORD SHE DID.
Her hu'r was black. "But black," she sighed, "Is very much oo cold ;" And ho she bleached her locks until They looked almost like gold. A simple satin robe she wore, Which closely to her clung (In facl it was extremely scant), And from her belt a lily pale And four sunflowers hung. She would not touch a bit of meat, But oft she'd sit and weep, To think the broiled chops were once Part of a baby sheep. "And oh!" she'd moan," those seared steaks, So full of gravy now
(This was a slight mistake, I think), •' Once wandered o'er the fields and meads, Attached to a cow—
A gentle browsing cow."
She was the most poetic thing ; She wouldn't harm a fly ; " Its life is short at best," she'd say— " Oh, pray don't make it die !" The very cat for catching mice In tearful voice she chid, An 1 then at last she in irried (A id seemed quite glad to get him, too) A butcher ; yes, she did— Upon my word she did.
Harper's Magazine.
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Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume VII, Issue 648, 29 September 1882, Page 2
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183UPON MY WORD SHE DID. Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume VII, Issue 648, 29 September 1882, Page 2
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