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TO THE MINSTREL GIRL, by                    
First Line: Th' critic's heel is on ye, sure
Last Line: Sure, bless your heart! Ye didn't need, carolyn, my carolin'.
Alternate Author Name(s): Daly, T. A.
Subject(s): Critics & Criticism; Girls; Minstrels; Musical Instruments; Wells, Carolyn (1862-1942)


TH' CRITIC's heel is on ye, sure, Carolyn;
There's two o' thim beyant th' dure, Carolyn.
But, lookut! Now they're on th' flure!
'Tis you've th' sootherin' talk, to cure
Th' wildest rage av anny boor, Carolyn, my Carolyn.

Meself, that deems meself a larp, Carolyn,
Wid manny a "woof," assailed your warp, Carolyn:
But, even I have ceased to carp;
Th' rage o' me's no longer sharp,
So soft ye've played upon this Harp, Carolyn, my Carolyn.

This insthrumint on which I play, Carolyn,
Is savage, whiles, an', whiles, 'tis gay, Carolyn --
A uke (shill) lele, ye might say --
But, och! th' fine amends ye pay
Has charmed its rancor all away, Carolyn, my Carolyn.

Let F. P. A. an' Morley bleed, Carolyn.
Their suff'rin's let ye little heed, Carolyn.
There's so much better stuff to read,
An', faith, your book's so grand, indeed,
Sure, bless your heart! ye didn't need, Carolyn, my carolin'.





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