CROWS 'IN A CORN-FIELD.--? 8? yonder- ?orn-field, Where waves the rip'ning grain, The feather'd ra?o alluring, ' Who fiock'd the prize to gain. Now careless hopping, flying, A young crow ilght ?a?,?d gay 8o carolo?, light and ?ay he hop?, So carelo?, 'l?ght and gay. While cautiou? peeping, prying, Two old crows, sage and gray: A m?-?md gun espp.'ng, Wi?t.h timely warning say, "Don't go there!' ' Why not?' �You'll be shot!' ' I don't care!' 'Oh! oh! oh! �We told you ?o!' Caw! caw! caw! ?ays the scout, look out! S?, he's loading his gun again, We zmell der my led, we're not to be had, ? ?]l?b?tWlabor in vain. All! all in vain you try ' old bird? to ?atch with We're out of'your shot, yqu stupid old salt ' ? at you ?u?d your gU?'wo laugh, ha! ha! Caw! caw! oaw! DAME DURDEN.--z o?.zz. Dx?rr. Duedon had fi? ?ng ? To ? the ?ilking p?; 8he ? ? five labo?g m?,
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