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Who  told  a  lie;  yesr told  a  lie !
                                            Was  it ?— it wasn’t you !
                                            It cannot  be  'twas  you !


                                         There is  a  boy— I  know  a boy—
                                            T  cannot  love  him  though—
                                         Who  robs  the  little birdies'  nests;
                                            Is  it ?— -it can’t be you !
                                           That bad  boy can't  be  you  !

                                         A  girl  there  is— a  girl  I  know—
                                           And  I  could  love her  too,
                                         But  that  she  is  so proud  and  vain;
                                           Is  it?— it  can’t  be  you !
                                           That  surely  isn’t  you  !
                                                                         M r s.  M a r y  G oodw in*


                                                  LULU’S  COMPLAINT.
                                            I  'SE  a poor  'ittle  sorrowful  baby,
                                                 For  B’idget  is  ’way  down  stairs;
                                               My  titten  has  scatdicd  my  fm’er,
                                                 And  Dolly  won’t  say her p’ayers,

                                           I  hain’t seen  my  bootiful  mamma
                                              Sincc  ever  so  long  ado;
                                           A n   I  ain’t  her  tunninest  baby
                                              No  louder,  for  B'idget  says so-


                                            Mamma  dot  anoder  new  baby,
                                              Dod  dived  it— He  did— yes’erday;

                                           An'  it kicr,  it kies— oh !  so  defful 1
                                              I  wis’  He  would  take  it  away.


                                           I  don't  want  no  “  sweet  'ittle  sister;”
                                              I  want  my dood  mamma,  I  do ;
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