35 Sonnets by Fernando Antenio Nogueira Pessoa

By Fernando Antenio Nogueira Pessoa

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24, 25, 27 & 28, OXFORD STREET, OTHER.

9 $ Little lad, little lad, Where ivast thou born? Far off in Lancashire, Under a thorn Where they sup sour milk From a rams horn. ,- As I -"was going up Pippin Hi/I, Pippin Hill ^vcas dirty $ There I met a sweet pretty lass} dropped me a curtsey* And she Little maid, little maid, Whither goest thou? Doivn in the meads^vn To milk my cow. " mother, All around the green gravel, so green, And all the pretty maids are fit to The grass grows Wash them />, seen ,- in milk, in silk, the first to go do-ivn shall be married.

To London-bridge? 9 $ Little lad, little lad, Where ivast thou born? Far off in Lancashire, Under a thorn Where they sup sour milk From a rams horn. ,- As I -"was going up Pippin Hi/I, Pippin Hill ^vcas dirty $ There I met a sweet pretty lass} dropped me a curtsey* And she Little maid, little maid, Whither goest thou? Doivn in the meads^vn To milk my cow. " mother, All around the green gravel, so green, And all the pretty maids are fit to The grass grows Wash them />, seen ,- in milk, in silk, the first to go do-ivn shall be married.

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