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1. Kneading the Dough (continued)

   

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   I begged for permission to stay. She'd not listen.
   The sweet little lassie said "No sir, No, go"
   And when I had vanished, in being thus banished,
   My heart staid with Nancy while kneading the dough.

   I'm dreaming in fancy I see you sweet Nancy;
   Your heart it has warmed and pitied me so;
   And now we are rich, in a dainty wee kitchen,
   While Nancy, sweet Nancy, stands kneading the dough.

   Twelve years soon went past, and I lost my sweet lass;
   Then life's sunny morning was soon draped in woe.
   But in dreams I oft see her in the little bog shanty,
   And hear her sweet strains while she's kneading the dough

   I long shall respect her; I ne'er can forget her
   Till in death's lonely valley my head is laid low;
   And no music on earth is to me so enchanting
   As the notes sung by Nancy while kneading the dough.

   

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