How destitute is he
Whose Gold is firm
Who finds it every time
The small stale Sum —
When Love with but a Pence
Will so display
As is a disrespect
To India.
How destitute is he
Whose Gold is firm
Who finds it every time
The small stale Sum —
When Love with but a Pence
Will so display
As is a disrespect
To India.
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