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Her little bed, the vaice o' thin Dark air, mock'd mother's call "To sleep" --_to sleep_; "'Tis bed time now, my love, come in" --_come in_. An' when our Jeaene come out so smart A-married, an' we help'd her in To Henry's newly-painted cart, The while the wheels begun to spin, An' her gay nods, vor all she smil'd, Did sheaeke a tear-drop vrom each eye, The vaice mock'd mother's call, "Dear child" --_dear child_; "God bless ye evermwore; good bye" --_good bye_. VULL A MAN. No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beaet my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if you can teaeke All steaetes that household life do meaeke. The love-toss'd child, a-croodlen loud, The bwoy a-screamen wild in play, The tall grown youth a-steppen proud, The father staid, the house's stay. No; I can boast if others can, I'm vull a man. A young-cheaek'd mother's tears mid vall, When woone a-lost, not half man-tall, Vrom little hand, a-called vrom play, Do leaeve noo tool, but drop a tay, An' die avore he's father-free To sheaepe his life by his own plan; An' vull an angel he shall be, But here on e'th not vull a man, No; I could boast if others can, I'm vull a man. I woonce, a child, wer father-fed, An' I've a vound my childern bread; My eaerm, a sister's trusty crook, Is now a faithvul wife's own hook; An' I've a-gone where vo'k did zend, An' gone upon my own free mind, An' of'en at my own wits' end. A-led o' God while I wer blind. No; I could boast if others can I'm vull a man. An' still, ov all my tweil ha' won, My loven maid an' merry son, Though each in turn's a jay an' ceaere, 'Ve a-had, an' still shall have, their sheaere: An' then, if God should bless their lives, Why I mid zend vrom son to son My life, right on drough men an' wives, As long, good now, as time do run. No; I could boast if others can, I'm vull a man. NAIGHBOUR PLA[:Y]MEAeTES. O jay betide the dear wold mill, My naighbour playmeaetes' happy hwome, Wi' rollen wheel, an' leaepen foam, Below the overhangen hill, Where, wide an' slow, The stream did flow, An' flags did grow, an' lightly vlee
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