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And bees that hum--and where one al-

 ways finds Beautiful groves, and fields, and hawthorn

 hedges, And silver brooks running amid grey sed. Love in log house Is another matter; And Tn '5ottom,' ali an Irish bog, Hheneser the rain a notion takes to pat

 ter--

 V here at each step one tumbles o'er log, 5r hears amid the trees h0rrid devils clat-

 ter.

 sud every now. and then IS treed by hogs, or cuts honey tree three miles from And finds DO honey and but little comb. l like to see pretty woman. who Gan read and write, at least, and some

 thing more; But detest them when they grow sky

 blue,

 'Iis such most abominable bore; like to see one tn a lover tue, But not be kissing him my face before, In short--l like to see little sense, And If not nners--mannerlike pre-

 tence.

 like to see woman turn her back Tow ards me--it Is so perfectly polite-- 1 like to see them playing with pack Of dirty cards-it make their lands look

 white l like to see them having their sain crack Of whispering--'tis such pretty sight like coquett's heart If l can hit it, like an introduction too If fan get 1t. But that is not the fashion here. II fnd- You introduce yourseif-the better way It shows your tact and tasks your powers

 of mind l like sometimes to hear deer hound

 bay,

 And drown a woman's tongue--I like a

 kind = And honey kiss-but not fourscore day In short like to find pretty woman Not angel always, but at times all human Woman is often like some fragrant flower Fed by the nightly winds with gentle dew Giving the sun its heart at his first hour. but when he shines more constant snt

 more true, And rains into that heart his noon-tid,

 shower,

 Full of the wild and fiery passion hue; Then doth it close again its heart so bright And turn ungrateful from the God o light And thus oft times comes woman's deepes

 blot,

 Luring man on and then deceiving him. A pretty smile of mine!--is't not? Altho' the meaning be little dim; And now as mariners that home are got, And sing the Virgin Queen their evenin,

 hymn, leave you woman! for passing while, And ask no other guerdon than a smile.