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YEOMAN SERVICE.
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If they would but be still for a moment until I am gone,
And not thrust in their sighing while I am at talk with the King.
Well, what is it you want, then, Kezia ? speak quickly, my girl !
" Say good-bye to us, father ; nor mutter like this, in your sleep."
Little lass ! she is tender and fair, and the boys are good boys ;
I must help them from yonder. Good-bye, lass ! Good-bye, boys, Good-bye !
