Show down among the ferns and crosses grasses where the sweet wild roses rows grow where the breezes softly linger passing gently to and fro there one day I 1 lost a treasure mure irom from my keeping let it go cupid was the mischief maker he ile alone should bear the blame blinded by hla his manic magic arrows As they fast and faster came little did I 1 guess the purpose till hed fairly won the game yes my heart it was the treasure that I 1 lost gammer summer day dar bat but my lover kindly found it As he passed that selfsame way thole abo he kept it im not dot angry for he gave me hla his in pay 31 martha artha E dimon la in yankee blade |