Mary Dow Brine quotes- 3 of
The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter's day.
"She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow,
At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group;
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