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THE OLD BEAU.

HIS life began long years ago,

In eighteen hundred one or so

(This is no libel).

You'll find in clerkly hand his age

On that mysterious secret page

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Of family Bible.

I have a picture of him now;

His hair was banged across his brow,

'Twas somewhat curly;

A wide white collar edged the coat,

Which opened neatly at the throat

In fashion early.

Soon he forsook this boyish dress

So quaint and full of prettiness

As he grew older;

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