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LAURENCE RABY	A
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Laurence	B
I said to young Allan M'Ilveray	C
Beside the swift swirls of the North	D
When in lilac shot through with a silver ray	C
We haul'd the strong salmon fish forth	D
Said only He gave us some trouble	E
To land him and what does he weigh	C
Our friend has caught one that weighs double	E
The game for the candle won't pay	C
Us to day	C
We may tie up our rods and away	C
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I said to old Norman M'Gregor	C
Three leagues to the west of Glen Dhu	F
I had drawn with a touch of the trigger	C
The best bead that ever I drew	C
Said merely For birds in the stubble	E
I once had an eye I could swear	C
He's down but he's not worth the trouble	E
Of seeking You once shot a bear	C
In his lair	C
'Tis only a buck that lies there	C
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I said to Lord Charles only last year	C
The time that we topp'd the oak rail	G
Between Wharton's plough and Whynne's pasture	C
And clear'd the big brook in Blakesvale	G
We only at Warburton's double	G
He fell then I finish'd the run	H
And kill'd clean said So bursts a bubble	G
That shone half an hour in the sun	H
What is won	H
Your sire clear'd and captured a gun	H
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I said to myself in true sorrow	C
I said yestere'en A fair prize	I
Is won and it may be to morrow	C
'Twill not seem so fair in thine eyes	I
Real life is a race through sore trouble	G
That gains not an inch on the goal	G
And bliss an intangible bubble	G
That cheats an unsatisfied soul	G
And the whole	G
Of the rest an illegible scroll	G

Adam Lindsay Gordon

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