A Lay Of The Summer
Oh ! I'd like to go wlth Xunsen Tothe Pole. Wliere the rizzly are dnncln' And they roll ín a chilly, fiapped oeeau wil.h a rbytbmlc sor), o f mot ion Tbat is droll ! Where Mrs. Seal cavorting Weara her furs, And Mr. Sen], thougb suorting, Ne'er demui s ; Where the wind in wíld, and freely O'er the country lound by Qreely liver stirs- O'er the country lound by Gree-ly tlrs! Olí I I'd llke to be a blooming Esqulmau, All his frozi ; ui Ing, Don't yon '. Thcn farewell to mooda so meltiug, Wlth asnowb;,ll I'd be pclting, Every WBU ! All of Gre nlii'nrts ioy mountains I would do; Driuking driiiks Ihat irozen lountains Only brew, 1 here I know thcy'd ne'er le trottin' Out that query. "Is it hot euOugh for jou?" Out that quêry , "Is it hot cnOugh for you?"
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