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THE FIRST QUARREL.
(IN THE ISLE OF WIGHT.)
• Wait a little, you say, 'you are sure it 'll all come
But the boy was born i' trouble, an' looks so wan an'
so white :
Wait! an' once I ha' waited—I hadn't to wait for long.
Now I wait, wait, wait for Harry.--No, no, you are
doing me wrong!
Harry and I were married : the boy can hold up his
The boy was born in wedlock, but after my man was
I ha' work’d for him fifteen years, an' I work an' I
wait to the end,
I am all alone in the world, an' you are my only friend.
Doctor, if you can wait, I'll tell you the tale o' my
When Harry an' I were children, he call’d me his own
I was happy when I was with him, an' sorry when he
An' when we play'd together, I loved him better than
He workt me the daisy chain—he made me the cows
He fought the boys that were rude an' I loved him
better than all,