Good Lass Poem by James McLain
Good Lass
Your a good lass
now off you go
up over skip yonder
and around to the top of the next hill
down the stream a spell
against a large stone
where she comes each day
and give this book back too, 'Sara
and fetch me the one
you love the best
you know the one with the white onion skin
turning left that's right
fetch it back
while I rest here a spell
across as I watch
Paul fish in Henry's, golden pond.
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