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O, once she was a modest maid,

     And lived within a village;

And all she knew about the world

Was cows and cream and tillage.

But by and by she caught the craze

     For acting, singing, dancing;

And now she is a chorus girl

     Before the footlights prancing,

She was so shy and modest then,

     And everybody knew it;

And now she wears such scanty clothes –

     How can she bare to do it?

May 16, ‘08

Acc. Judge