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It was after hearing the parish priest
On the Gospel of the Wedding Feast
In Cana, of the Wine and Water—
And I on the road with MacSorley's daughter—

That a snowy bud on a hawthorn bush,
Aware of the sun, began to flush;
While the sunny beauty of blushing water
Came over the cheeks of MacSorley's daughter.
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