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At The Fair-Ground

At the fair ground I met, the drama girl, the theatre artiste,
You looking beautiful,
The face powdered and creamed,
Wearing the glazy dresses,
I saw you
With your alighting from the train bogey
And moving to the open field
On a bullock-cart,
With tents and poles and tarpaulin sheets,
Camps and bivouacs.

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