His shining bow must be resign'd;
His arrows—famed as those of Tell;—
His roses—must be left behind,
And, oh, his sweet pet doves as well.
His arrows—famed as those of Tell;—
His roses—must be left behind,
And, oh, his sweet pet doves as well.
He laid them down, and belted fast
Cash-books and bags, a precious bevy;
But mutter'd something o'er the last
About their being "monstrous heavy."
Cash-books and bags, a precious bevy;
But mutter'd something o'er the last
About their being "monstrous heavy."
However, off the stripling went,
Again his well known tales were told;
And many a listening ear was bent,
And many a hand received his gold,
Again his well known tales were told;
And many a listening ear was bent,
And many a hand received his gold,
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