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Show THE MERCENARY. Go, Marigold, poor flower that caught My lady's fancy for a day, And ask her if in vain I've sought To teach her love, as she has taught A score of hearts to own her sway. Tell her the passion of my thought; Tell her that for her "Yes!" I pray; Oh, bring not back unwelcome "Nay!" Go, Marigold. She flings you by, since 1 have naught But love wherewith for love to pay! Ah, lady, if it must be bought Tour heait so 'curiously wrought With Mammon's coin, I can but say: "Go, marry gold!" L. T, Newf pmb Jn Smart Set, |