When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pa — Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
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When a woman's face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay;Remember, Lasses, remember.And while the sun shines make hay:You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.

— Ann Rinaldi, Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family
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