O where I often when a child for hours
Tryd thro the pails to get the tempting flowers
As Ladys Laces everlasting peas
True love lies bleeding with the hearts at ease
& golden rods & tanzey running high
That oer the pail tops smild on passers bye
Flowers in my time that every one woud praise
Tho thrown like weeds from gardens now adays
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