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ОглавлениеWears away the hardest stone.
The constant gnaw of Towser,
Masticates the toughest bone.
The constant wooing lover
Carries off the blushing maid,
And the constant advertiser
Is the one that gets the trade.
In the gloaming, oh, my darling,
Think not bitterly of me,
Though I passed away in silence,
Left you lonely, set you free.
“She was happy till she met you,
And the fault is all your own,
If she wishes to forget you,
You will please leave her alone.”
“Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest,
And in our hearts take up thy rest.”
