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The little boy with accents sweet,
Replied whilst tears each other chac'
Lady, we've not enough to eat,
And if we had we would not waste.
Replied whilst tears each other chac'
Lady, we've not enough to eat,
And if we had we would not waste.
"But sister Mary's naughty grown,
And will not eat what e'er I say,
Tho' sure I am the bread's her own,
And she has tasted none to day.
And will not eat what e'er I say,
Tho' sure I am the bread's her own,
And she has tasted none to day.
"Indeed (the wan stray'd Mary said)
Till Henry eats I'll eat no more,
For yesterday I got some bread,
He's had none since the day before.
Till Henry eats I'll eat no more,
For yesterday I got some bread,
He's had none since the day before.
My heart did swell, my bosom heave,
I felt as tho' deprived of speech,
I silent sat upon the grave,
And press'd a clay cold hand of each.
I felt as tho' deprived of speech,
I silent sat upon the grave,
And press'd a clay cold hand of each.
