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FLORA’S ALBUM. 
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Colximbme. 
DESERTION. 
Dear me! I felt a trifle sad, 
meii aU cried out, “ Wliat have you done! ” 
Eor, sure enough, I lo ved the lad; 
But who’d take up with number one ? 
So, vive Vamour ! I gaily cried. 
And he, poor wretch, was soon forgot, 
Eor I’d a hundred sparks beside; 
Was I right, or was I not ? 
But now’t is come into my head. 
That I must grow discreet and sage; 
For there are hints my charms have fled, 
And I approach “ a certain age.” 
So the next offer, — that’s my plan, — 
I ’ll nail decisive on the spot; 
’T is time that I’d secured my man: 
Am I right, or am I not ? 
But ah! though gladly I’d say “ Yes,” 
The looks of all the men say “ iVb.” 
Who would have thought’t would come to this? 
But mother says, “ I told you so! ” 
Friends, lovers, danglers, now are gone ; 
Not one is left of all the lot; 
And I’m a “ maiden all forlorn ! ” 
Is it right, or is it not 1 
