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1828–1906

LITTLE DORA.

James McIntyre

I tell you what my little Dora, You do cause my heart to sorrow, Tell me now you little misses What you do with all your kisses.

I see you get them by the dozen From each aunt and little cousin, Said she I do intend dear pa To give them all to you and ma.

And not a single one I'll miss, But I will give you back each kiss, And both of you will feel you're blest When I pay you interest.

You'll better in my bank invest And put my principle to test, And you can dividend partake, For my bank will never break.

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