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Entangled in the "Scissors Boy",
Alas! death seems quite near;
Her trust betrayed,
This hapless maid
Sobs out her grief and fear.

'Twas Peggy's fault the whole way through;
The boy had meant no harm.
Both ran away,
Nor thought to stay
Poor Sarah's fright to calm.

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A handsome soldier passing by,
His heart quite free from guile,
With martial air
And manner rare
Soon helped the girl to smile.

He said the Ball would now begin
And begged her for a dance;
She bowed so low,
It looked as tho'
Her style had come from France.

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