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By a Lover with a Cold in his Head.

Oli ! ask be dot to blow by dose, By charbing one, by owd! You bay dot know de bain I feel— I dever cad bo dodo; Oh ! bight we fly to other scedes, Or dwell in yonder star, Oh! ded, lubly baid, in bliss I'd strike by light catarrh. The widd that blows across the boor, Had it a dose to blow With such a codo as I hab got, Ah! would it blow it ? Doe ! But see, the rays of cubbing dawd Are gleabing on the dew ; I hear the berry bugle hord, By baiden fair— At tichieu!

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Evening Star, Issue 7337, 8 October 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

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By a Lover with a Cold in his Head. Evening Star, Issue 7337, 8 October 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

By a Lover with a Cold in his Head. Evening Star, Issue 7337, 8 October 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)