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Years Ago.

She was seated close beside' me, ' On a May-day, years ago : Heart of mine you must not chide me, I was but a boj”, you know. ’Tia no secret, I’ll reveal it, Heart of mine, ’twas long ago : : This lock of hair, if I did steal it, I was but a hoy, you know. Was she pretty 1 Did I love her ? Heart of mine ’twas years ago ; And that pang of bliss is over, I was but a boy, you know. “ Was she rich ?” —now that is funny. Heart of mine ’twas long ago ; What cared I for lands or money ? I was but a boy, you know, “And you parted—how you missed her ” ' , Heart of mine ’twas years ago ; ‘ ‘ And you pressed her baud and kissed her,” I was but a hoy, you know. Do I love her yet— O, olden, Precious past, thou heart of mine, See, this lock of hair is golden, And the head that v/oicit—thine.

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Ashburton Guardian, Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 39, 25 December 1879

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Years Ago. Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 39, 25 December 1879

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