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 MISS FOLLY CRIMES. N;vs Polly Grimes is still maid; She says she ne'er will wed: Her weekday irock 's blue calico, Her Sunday one is red. Her checks are blooming as the rose Her eyes are heavenly blue: She does not wear ss duns;able" To hide her face from view. She never lets her beanx 'smRke iree,'' Nor listens to their VOWS: When she gets up sle makes the beds- Al evening nilks the cows. Nor does she like affected bellies Attempt to poetise: She's busy every baking day,

 At making cakes and pies, She 's always up al six o'clock,

 In time to skim the milk: Her bonnet . made of yellow stTaw--- And neatly trimmed with silk. Her mind is Of serious turn.

 She often thinks of death: She does not lace her stays 90 tight, They make her gapa, for breaih.-. Her mother thinks there never was One like her in the world: Her hair is parted OCT her brow-~- She never has it curled. Beloved by all her female friends, Sue leads an easy lilo;- And any man iM town would jump, ~ To get her for his wife. CoAiUs.