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 FORGIVE HER? NO, NEVER! 293

Where matron and maiden with deft fingers moulded, And swift the white heaps to the hot oven bore.

A kiss of the fire and the story is ended

Yes, less than five minutes from wheat-ear to bread.

So grow modern miracles; out of Time s sowing They spring into bloom neath a century s tread.

��FORGIVE HER? NO, NEVER!

WELL, dominie, thank you for comin They told you, I s pose, I was wild When I found that a store-keepin feller

Had just run away with my child, My baby, my motherless Nancy

She s a baby, you see, to me now And to think she would cheat her old father ! &quot;When was it?&quot; you ask me, &quot; and how?&quot;

Well, long about hayin she told me,

Her apron half over her cheek, That a lad from the town came a-courtin.

&quot; Might she see him ?&quot; I tried not to speak, But I couldn t keep still, an I told her

I d shoot him as quick as a hound If he ever come near her to court her

When me and my gun was around.

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