When hearts are trumps by Thomas Winthrop Hall
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"Hi-you?" I know not where. A-oo, I hardly care. Take it to the land of snow; Take it where the stars all go. "Hi-you?" I do not care. It-sau-i did it all-- It-sau-i, proud and tall. Tell her I have gone to fight. Ask her if her heart is light. It-sau-i did it all. [Footnote 1: _A-atana_, yesterday. _Hi-you_, where. _A-coo_, here. _U's-tey_, come, or bring. _U'-ga-sha_, go, or take. _A-oo_, yes. I have no authority for the spelling of these words. I rendered them phonetically from the pronunciation of a young Apache whom I hired to teach me the language. Many Apache words have no perceptible accent. A, here, has the sound of a in father.] The Old-fashioned Girl. There's an old-fashioned girl in an old fashioned street, Dressed in old-fashioned clothes from her head to her feet; And she spends all her time in the old-fashioned way Of caring for poor people's children all day. |
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