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Show OUR BLUE BLOOD. Two centuries and a half ago Off trudged to work with shouldered hoe A woman, barefoot, browned, and rough, With pluck of Puritanic stuff. Six lusty children tagged behind, All hatless, shoeless, unconfined, And happy as the birds that flow About them. Naught of books they know, Save one they read at twilight hour, Brought with them in the stanch Mayflower. A pretty lady, thin and white, In a hammock swinging light, Languishes, and in the shade Devours ?? and lemonade; While bonding near her lover sighs, And gently fans away the flies. She murmurs "‘Tis so nice that we Are neither of low family, But of old Puritanic stock That landed upon Plymouth Rock."-Harvard Lampoon. |