FIND-A-HORSE-HOOFED-HEART
There was no Black Bess,
the horse a work of fiction.
Dick Turpin was a wicked man
despite the novel contradiction.
Ah be my Yorkshire lass,
young-lady so very-pretty.
I'll be your Yorkshire lad
here in fairytale York City.
How my heart pounds
like hooves upon the horse
that never, not ever, ran
a London to York course.
LORD-I-TO-LADY-MINE
I'll be her sword,
I'll be her shield.
I'll champion her
on life's battlefield.
I'll be her lord,
I'll be her knight.
I'll guard my lady
and the dragons smite.
STONY-U.S.A.-STATUE
Speak up, speak out.
Speak out, speak free.
No stone cold silence
Lady Liberty !
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