THE OLD FARMHOUSE
The old farmhouse where I was born, ’ With roses climbing up the walls, Oh, it’s all gone now,' but memory calls. The ducks, and geese and waving corn, - It’s ruins now, that old farmhouse Where I was born. ELIZABETH O’RQRKE, Lake Cbleridee.'
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Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22431, 18 June 1938, Page 5 (Supplement)
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45THE OLD FARMHOUSE Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22431, 18 June 1938, Page 5 (Supplement)
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