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It would be great to have A Shooting Song added to the collection of poems by Mr Rand available here.
Winifred Waters sat and sighedUnder a weeping willow; When she went to bed she cried, Wetting all the pillow; Kept on crying night and day, Till her friends lost patience; "What shall we do to stop her, pray?" So said her relations.