A Shropshire Lad/If it chance your eye offend you
XLV
If it chance your eye offend you,Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:'T will hurt, but here are salves to friend you,And many a balsam grows on ground.
And if your hand or foot offend you,Cut it off, lad, and be whole;But play the man, stand up and end you,When your sickness is your soul.
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