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"The bairns art yours as much as mine
And so to you I now resign
A half of all that fund of glee
That they have always brought to me.
But on one thing they will insist—
They never sleep till they've been kissed!
P.S.—I note with grateful joy
You've made the oldest one a boy!"

Such words as these, but with more grace,
He would have said.