Lily of the vale.
[Glasgow? : Poet's Box, St. Andrew's Lane, Glasgow],
Saturday, March 2, 1867.
First line reads: Come, flow'ret, come hither, thy sweets shall not wither, / Unsheltered here beneath the chilling gale; / d mem'ries they waken of scenes now forsaken, / And her we called our lily of the vale.
In one column.
'Price one penny'.
Ballads, English