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 BABETTE'S LOVE.

ABETTE she was a fisher gal, &emsp;With jupon striped and cap in crimps. She passed her days inside the Halle,
 * Or collaring of little shrimps.

Yet she was sweet as flowers in May, With no professional bouquet.

was, of the Customs bold,
 * An officer, at gay Boulogne,

He loved —his love he told
 * And sighed, "Oh, soyez vous my own!"

But "Non!" said she, ", my pet, Vous êtes trop scraggy pour.