The Best Love.
To-morrow is my wedding day, And I no longer free, Must bid farewell, must say the word, That severs thee and me. Will I forget thee ? No I pray Upon my bended knee, That God will curae the fatal day When my heart turns from thee ! My bride is young and sweet and true And fair as fair can be, And grief -were hers, if Bhe but knew How I still cling to thee I To meet was love, to part is fate ! Alas fore thee and me I I've loved thee more than e'er of late, My battered old night key !
Should music be sold by the chord ? Drum music might be sold by the pound. " You said, Mr. Jones, your umbrella had a straight handle?" "I thought it did, but since it vanished I am quite certain it ended with a hook."
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Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1797, 12 January 1884, Page 2 (Supplement)
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148The Best Love. Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1797, 12 January 1884, Page 2 (Supplement)
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