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Otago Witness, Issue 918, 3 July 1869, Page 16

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, W> .walked bur horses-through the lanes KAstwewere, bound t6,cdvers. The walking pace ttaVfact explains— , r I was) Amelia's lover. j ( \ We liad/not told papia^ mamma, ,Oi\sister,Ven', or t br6tHei : It was a 'secret quite— but ah I , We did love i oiieanother. I paid the grooni-whosrode behind ■ To be a deaf "and blind one : A guinea on eachieye's a blind, If ever you can find one 1 Two guineas clinking in a Band ; Quite stun the nerves auricular" j He could not hear or understandNot anything particular. And so we wandered to the meet, And reached the spot at nooning : It 1 really was so very sweet, | That quiet tender spooning. Amelia's brotherwas a shot, He did not care for hunting. How pleasant an excuse we got His company for shunting. i Alas! a pointer-dog he had, I ( Who ratKer seemed to like me ; That his acquaintance would be bad Seemed somehow ne'er to strike me. But as we wandered to the meet Through ahady lane and hollow, The pointer at my horse's feet, A fancy took to follow. Amelia's brother missed the dogContrived to find him—find us 1 As we did gently onward jog With dog and groom behind us* We each of us looked truly caught, Enraged that fate had crossed one ! Said he, ' No lucky dog I sought, I'm looking for a lost one 1 " He whistled to his dog and went— ,But ah! that night ill-fated, Papa refused us his consent, And we were separated. Amelia's wedded to a peerHe was the highest bidder ; And I am lorn and lonely here— A lost dog, I consider !