"Oh! you understand me not; I meant, devorhed his sweet, tender
lines."

   "I hain't devoured his tenderlines, nor nothin' relatin' to him," and
I made a motion to lay the paper down, but Betsey urged me to go on,
and so I read:

   "Oh let who will,

   Oh let who can,

   Be tied onto

   A horrid male man.

   "Thus said I 'ere

   My tendah heart was touched,

   Thus said I 'ere

   My tendah feelings gushed.

   "But oh a change

   Hath swept ore me,

   As billows sweep

   The 'deep blue sea.'

   "A voice, a noble form

   One day I saw;

   An arrow flew,

   My heart is nearly raw.

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