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I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake
Run by a lady my age
She was gay
When I told her that I came from

IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward to the green, At the side toward the sunset, with the window on its right, Stood the London-made piano I am dreaming of to-night