Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

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"Beds to the front of them,
Beds to the right of them,
Beds to the left of them,
Nobody blundered.
Beamed at by hungry souls,
Screamed at with brimming bowls,
Steamed at by army rolls,
Buttered and sundered.
With coffee not cannon plied,
Each must be satisfied,
Whether they lived or died;
All the men wondered."

1. Mountain--Laurel
2. A Song from the Suds
3. Now Hark, Little May
4. Don't Drive Me Away
5. Not a Sparrow Falleth but Its God Doth Know

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