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 222 THE DEACONS l^RIAL.

But, bless you ! looking all the time,

He never saw at all The poor old beaver, as he went

To leave it in the hall ; He only saw the handsome face

Of Joe, the lawyer s son/ His rival at the polls to-day,

Who had the office won.

&quot;No, never will no, Polly Ann;

He had no call to try Against me. Had he, daughter Lu?

&amp;gt;on t shake your curls and sigh ! A great six-footer, strong and well,

Against me, old and lame, And poor besides ! No, Polly Ann ;

It is a burning shame !&quot;

&quot;But, father&quot; then the bonny curls

Swept on his homespun knee &quot;Joe wanted it, because because

He wants to marry me, And take you both with us to live.&quot;

The deacon never stirred ; The kitchen clock went ticking on, The kitten slept and purred,

And Polly Ann stepped back behind,

To say a word or two : &quot;Such feelin s, Jacob, isn t right, An Sunday comin too !

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