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 CROWS 'IN A CORN-FIELD.-- 8 yonder- orn-field, Where waves the rip'ning grain, The feather'd rao alluring, ' Who fiock'd the prize to gain. Now careless hopping, flying, A young crow ilght a,d gay 8o carolo, light and ay he hop, So carelo, 'lght and gay. While cautiou peeping, prying, Two old crows, sage and gray: A m-md gun espp.'ng, Wit.h timely warning say, "Don't go there!' ' Why not' �You'll be shot!' ' I don't care!' 'Oh! oh! oh! �We told you o!' Caw! caw! caw! ays the scout, look out! S, he's loading his gun again, We zmell der my led, we're not to be had,  ]lbtWlabor in vain. All! all in vain you try ' old bird to atch with We're out of'your shot, yqu stupid old salt '  at you ud your gU'wo laugh, ha! ha! Caw! caw! oaw! DAME DURDEN.--z o.zz. Dxrr. Duedon had fi ng  To  the ilking p; 8he   five labog m,

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