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SONG— MY AILIE 0! Air—" My Nannie O." TViiat though my lot be weary toil, I bend to it most gaily O! Por I, rejoicing, live the while Upon the charms of Aiiie 0 ! The smiles that light her features fair, Where blend the rose and lily 0 ! Give me delight beyond compare, So kindly smiles my Ailie 0 ! "When day has left the purple west. And moonlight gilds the valley O ! I haste to seek the gentle breast Of my dear faithful Ailie O ! I may be scorn'd by saucy pride, Or falsehood may assail me 0 ! Yet life's worst ills I can deride. So blest am I with Ailie O ! The bliss of wealth, or power, or fame, I deem but little really 0 ! And scarcely worth a passing name, To my delight in Ailie 0 ! Though poor I be, and born to toil, And suffer hardships daily 0 ! Gold could not buy from me the smile And faithful love of Ailie 0 ! Nelson, April, 1566. 11 .

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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume I, Issue 25, 3 April 1866, Page 3

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ORIGINAL. Nelson Evening Mail, Volume I, Issue 25, 3 April 1866, Page 3

ORIGINAL. Nelson Evening Mail, Volume I, Issue 25, 3 April 1866, Page 3