Chapter 3 of 6 · 55 words · ~1 min read

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“I must sing of the youthful plant of gentlest mien--Fanny, the beautiful and warm soul’d--the maid of the amber twisted ringlets; the air lifted and light footed virgin--the elegant pearl and heart’s treasure of Eriu; then waste not the fleeting hour--let us enjoy it in drinking to the health of Fanny, the daughter of David.”