A Modern Ballade.
She is niirie own ; 'tis not my fault; I sing this song with tears. She is mine own, or else perhaps, It maybe I am hers. Her sweet bright nose, her dear green eyes, First made me sorrow sup : But ihe thing that copped me on the hop, Was the song that broke me up. ■::• ■:;■ « * She sang that song at a Band of Hope, And everyone-went away. And I, who was leftrio- lock up the show, Sobbed at her high top "K." She sang it again, and sho wept with me, . She snid that our souls were akin, Then she shrieked onco more, as I fell on the floor, — The song that broke mo in. * # -:;■ •:;■ My fate is sealed, she's got me fixed; Yet pangs have I within; When I lay my head on her sweet flat chest, And I stroke the hairs on her chin. Whether she's mine or I am her's Is a matter of small renown, But it makes me sad when I hear her sing The song that broke me down. ' —E, E.
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Ohinemuri Gazette, Volume VIII, Issue 586, 15 April 1899, Page 3
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180A Modern Ballade. Ohinemuri Gazette, Volume VIII, Issue 586, 15 April 1899, Page 3
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