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I’ll kneel on Scotia's shore, while the heartfelt tears shall fa'
And never leave my Jean, nor Caledonia.
THE HERO'S ORPHANT GIRLS.
Oh Lady buy these budding flow’rs,
For I am sad and wet and weary,
I gather'd them ere break of day.
When all was lonely still and dreary;
And long I’ve sought to sell them here,
To purchase clothes and food and dwelling
For Valor's wretched Orphan girls,
Poor me and my young Sister Ellen,
Oh buy my flow’rs they're fair and fresh,
As mine and mornin» tears could keep them,
To morrow’s sun will view them dead,
And I shall scarcely live to weep them.
Yet in this sweet bud if nurs'd with care,
Soon into fulaces would be swelling;
And nurtur’d by some gen’rous hand,
So would my little Sister Ellen.
No one has bought of me to day.
