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134 "Oh, little May, are those your true love's vows
 * You swore to keep while I was over-sea?"

Then crying, turned upon the other one, "Com on, com on."

Then they fell to with faces set for fight,
 * And hit each other hard with rustic pride;

But Sam, whose arm with iron force could smite,
 * Knocked his cowed rival down, and won his bride.

May wept and smiled, swayed like a wild red rose As the wind blows.

She married Sam, who loved her with a wild
 * Strong love he could not put to words—too deep

For her to gauge; but with her first-born child
 * May dropped off, flower-like, into the long sleep,

And left him nothing but the memory of His little love.