Lovers
THE two men in the road were taken aback.The lovers came out shading their eyes from thesun,And never was white so white, or black so black,As her cheeks and hair. "There are more thingsthan oneA man might turn into a wood for, Jack,"Said George; Jack whispered: "He has not gota gun.It's a bit too much of a good thing, I say.They are going the other road, look. And see herrun."--She ran.--"What a thing it is, this picking may."
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