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1828–1906

GRAY HAIRS.

James McIntyre

Once on a time a lady quarrelled With the witty Douglass Jerrold, Because that he had been so bold, To hint that she was growing old.

She said her hair was dark‘ till one day She used an essence turned it gray, O, yes, said he, tincture of time Affects the hair in this our clime.

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