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THE WHISTLER by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: TIS SPRING; BUT LAID
Last Line: AT TIMES MUST BLOW HIS FINGERS.
Subject(s): WHISTLES AND WHISTLING;
'Tis spring; but laid
In ambuscade
The Snow malignant lingers,
And on the hill
The March wind still
At times must blow his fingers.



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