54773: Lovers

<p dir="ltr"> The two men in the road were taken aback.<br> The lovers came out shading their eyes from the sun,<br> And never was white so white, or black so black,<br> As her checks and hair. 'There are more things than one<br> A man might turn into a wood for, Jack,'<br> Said George; Jack whispered: 'He has not got a gun.<br> It's a bit too much of a good thing, I say.<br> They are going the other road, look. And see her run.'---<br> She ran.---'What a thing it is, this picking may!'<br></p>