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CROTCHET CASTLE.
Lady Clarinda, being prevailed on to take the harp in her turn, sang the following stanzas.
In the days of old,
Lovers felt true passion,
Deeming years of sorrow
By a smile repaid.
Now the charms of gold,
Spells of pride and fashion,
Bid them say good morrow
To the best-loved maid.
Lovers felt true passion,
Deeming years of sorrow
By a smile repaid.
Now the charms of gold,
Spells of pride and fashion,
Bid them say good morrow
To the best-loved maid.
Through the forests wild,
O'er the mountains lonely,
They were never weary
Honor to pursue :
If the damsel smiled
Once in seven years only,
All their wanderings dreary,
Ample guerdon knew.
O'er the mountains lonely,
They were never weary
Honor to pursue :
If the damsel smiled
Once in seven years only,
All their wanderings dreary,
Ample guerdon knew.
