Hands gripped in hands, toes close together,

Hair spread on the wind they made;

That lady and that golden king

Could like a brace of blackbirds sing.

'It's certain that my luck is broken,'

That rambling jailbird Billy said;

'Before nightfall I'll pick a pocket

And snug it in a feather-bed,

I cannot find the peace of home

On great-grandfather's battered tomb.'

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SOLOMON TO SHEBA

Sang Solomon to Sheba,

And kissed her dusky face,

'All day long from mid-day

We have talked in the one place,

All day long from shadowless noon

We have gone round and round

In the narrow theme of love

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