IV.

The heiress, once, of Bowdale Hall,

A lovely lass, I knew--

A Dandy paid his morning call,

All dizen'd out to woo.

I heard his suit the Coxcomb ply;

I heard her answer--"No;"

A true love knot he ne'er could tie,

Who could not bend a bow.

The yew, the yew, &c.

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