Contenu:
Twenty Love-Sick Maidens We
Still Brooding On Their Mad Infatuation
I Cannot Tell What This Love May Be
The Soldiers Of Our Queen
If You Want A Receipt For That Popular Mystery
In A Doleful Train Two And Two We Walk
Twenty Love-Sick Maidens We
When I First Put This Uniform On
Am I Alone And Unobserved?
Long Years Ago, Fourteen Maybe
Prithee, Pretty Maiden
Though To Marry You Would Very Selfish Be
Let The Merry Cymbals Sound
On Such Eyes As Maidens Cherish
Sad Is That Woman's Lot
Turn, Oh Turn, In This Direction
A Magnet Hung In A Hardware Shop
Love Is A Plaintive Song
So Go To Him, And Say To Him
It's Clear That Mediaeval Art
If Saphir I Choose To Marry
When I Go Out Of Door
I'm A Waterloo House Young Man
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