Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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He had served eighty masters. They'd have said
He "worked for these employers" to earn bread.
And they, if they had heard him, would have sneered
To brand him inefficient whom they feared.
For to know eighty masters is to know
What sort of thing men who are masters grow.

1. The Folk I Love
2. How funny it would be if dreamy I
3. White Sunshine
4. Emmie, Emmie Adams
5. A lady and I were walking

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