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Show KATIE KING'S LAMENT. 1 mot a little lonesome spook; She wandered o'er a dreary moor Of star-dust, and with love-1 rn look She jogged along And sang this sung, That spoke the anguish spooks ariuuro. "Oh, whero is Mr. Owen now ? Where bus that fake, falsa lover trayed, "Who used to praise thin bonny brow And Efty my face Whs full of gmce? Alas, that I should be betrayed ! "BseauBe I was not made of gas,- Of omanationa, and such tilings, J3uL honoat rasa and looking-glaay; And drusn's old Did mo enfjld, And 'cause I hud not real wings, "My cruel lover jilted mo, And called mo falso, and could not tec That under raga and jugs may be' Tim livolicstgboBt That over crushed The diDgy Ac ho ion Lie Sen ""What did he waul, the stupid thing? I s'pose some old inntoriul Lizo, Or Susan Jnne Jobannah King, "With ghostly body, Rigged out in shoddy. Imported from beyond the skies ! "Now, I'm a good, iquaru, honest ghoil, And nlwnys was; nnd just you wuit Till Otren walks tho Stygian coaet, I'll warm bis jacket And iai?e a racket About hii ears as sure as fate-" And thus this'nery little spoek Did make things live'y on that moor Of atar-dust, as with Baspy look She jogjtud along And sung this song, That spoke the sorrows ghosts endure. |