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Concerning Lydia.

Lydia’s only just eighteen, Wears a sweet and guileless mien To all beholders; But she has a head between Those dainty shoulders. Many a swain his suit has tried, Many a butterfly white-tied Around her fluttered. — Vain ! she knows too "well which side Her bread is buttered. Not for her the stripling raw, Who would sell his birthright for A mess of pottage— Dreams of deeds heroic, or Love in a cottage I Would you know the magic lock That chaste casket to unlock, Win her consent, Bir ? Toll her you’ve a mint of stock

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New Zealand Mail, 3 December 1896, Page 18

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Concerning Lydia. New Zealand Mail, 3 December 1896, Page 18

Concerning Lydia. New Zealand Mail, 3 December 1896, Page 18