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![]() SAID Dennis, first, This city bold Belonged to us
In days of old." Said Nellie, " Here
Prince Arthur wept— By cruel John
A prisoner kept. Here Joan of Arc
Was tried and burned, When fickle fate
Against her turned." Said Rose, " Oh dear!
It makes me sad To think what trouble
People had Who lived once in
This very town, Where we walk gaily
Up and down."
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