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18 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
"There lays a piece of cold bread on the shelf. If you want any more you can get it yourself."
He drew the old wether up to the pin, And at three jerks fetched off his skin.
He threw the sheep's skin around his wife's back, And two little sticks went whickety whack.
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(A) CHILDREN'S SONG
The starry light and the lady bright,
Her children she had three. She sent them away to the North country
To learn those gramerie.
They hadn't been gone but a very short time,
Scarce three months and a day, Till death came rushing along over the land
And swept those babes away.
Their mother came as far to know,
She wrung her hands full sore. "The less, the less, the less!" she cried,
"Shall I see my babes no more?"
"There were a king in heaven," she said, "That used to wear a crown; |
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