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Lesbia Harford

Lesbia Harford

If I Had Six White Horses

If I had six white horses
And six sturdy friends,
I’d sell them into slavery,
If that would gain your ends.
I’d sell them into slavery,
If you so willed.
Thus were the hearts blood o’ the world
By treason spilled.

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