My Daughter I
Rondeau
8-3-13
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My daughter I made wear a dress,
Egg-yolk yellow with white straps. Yes,
She did not readily consent.
But a treaty came, as in Ghent,
After a little bit of mess.
Yet though the envoys stopped their chess,
And as at New Orleans, I guess,
Some arguments remained unspent.
My daughter I.
Thus many a lively address
Was launched after the court's recess.
For my foe--the other event
made Andrew Jackson president--
I foresee worldly success.
My daughter I.
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