Just Like the Ivy. No. 1, 7 October 1908

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Grandad sat at evenfall ‘neath the dear old garden wall,

Where ivy was clinging all round;

And a maiden young and fair, with blue eyes and golden hair,

Was nesting there beside him on the ground.

“Some day you’ll be leaving me for a sweetheart,” the old man sighed.

“Some day you’ll be forgetting me.” But with a smile the maid replied:

To: Miss Cowdery, c/o Mrs Barff, Woodmancote, Langstone, Nr Havant


Dear Alice,

if fine I am coming up in the morning and will come and see you first then I am goin to see my poor brother Will arrange when we meet With love Ma


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