Breitmann As An Uhlan. IV. Breitmann Take’s The Town Of Nancy. (Charles Godfrey Leland Poems)
O HEAR a wondrous shdory Vot soundet like romance, How Breitmann mit four Uhlans Vas dake de town of Nantz. ...
O HEAR a wondrous shdory Vot soundet like romance, How Breitmann mit four Uhlans Vas dake de town of Nantz. ...
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Righto!I'll give the game a go.They say I should be circumspect; but I don't care a hang.I'll bangThe cows in ...
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He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide, He was just a wand'ring mongrel from ...
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