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We all rejoice
At Maggie's voice :
We all are fed
With Maggie's bread . . .
For Maggie may be
Booties' Baby!"

They met a Bishop on their way . . .
A Bishop large as life,
With loving smile that seemed to say
"Will Maggie be my wife?"

Maggie thought not because, you see,
She was so very young,
And he was old as old could be . . .
So Maggie held her tongue.

"My Lord, she's Booties' Baby, we
Are going up and down,"
Her friend explained, "that she may see
The sights of Oxford Town."

"Now say what kind of place it is,"
The Bishop gaily cried.
"The best place in the Provinces!"
That little maid replied.

Away, next morning, Maggie went
From Oxford town: but yet
The happy hours she there had spent
She could not soon forget.

The train is gone, it rumbles on:
The engine-whistle screams;