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STREET BEFORE MARGARET'S DOOR. VALENTINE (_a soldier_, MARGARET'S _brother_): When I have sat at some carouse. Where each to each his brag allows, And many a comrade praised to me His pink of girls right lustily, With brimming glass that spilled the toast, And elbows planted as in boast: I sat in unconcerned repose, And heard the swagger as it rose. And stroking then my beard, I'd say, Smiling, the bumper in my hand: "Each well enough in her own way. But is there one in all the land Like sister Margaret, good as gold,-- One that to her can a candle hold?" Cling! clang! "Here's to her!" went around The board: "He speaks the truth!" cried some; "In her the flower o' the sex is found!"
But what comes sneaking, there, to view? If I mistake not, there are two. If _he's_ one, let me at him drive! He shall not leave the spot alive.