Thespis > Little Maid of Arcadee
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To her little home she crept, There she sat her down and wept... |
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Maiden wept as maidens will, Grew so thin and pale until |
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Cousin Richard came to woo. Then again the roses grew. |
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Happy little maiden she! Happy maid of Arcadee! Happy little maiden she! Happy maid of Arcadee! Happy maid of Arcadee! |
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