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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti

What Will You Give Me for my Pound?

What will you give me for my pound?
Full twenty shillings round.
What will you give me for my shilling?
Twelve pence to give I’m willing.
What will you give me for my penny?
Four farthings, just so many.

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