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CAMBRIDGE SOCIETY.

CHARACTERS.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

When a girl in Cambridge town,

I was fond of dancing,

And I tried to press my suit

With my artful glancing.

One by one the classes fled,

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Forty-nine and fifty;

Still I somehow did n't wed,

Though at flirting thrifty.

Seniors pass, - and Juniors come, -

Soph. and Freshmen follow;

Though they dance, they will not wed, -

Cambridge hopes are hollow!

No one asked me for my hand,

None took me to the minister.

And here I am at fifty-three,

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