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and his missis
 * Lived a very happy life,

Had their share of worldly blisses,
 * Little knew of worldly strife.

Wealth they'd none, nor did they need it,
 * Health they had, and so were blest,

If great folks frowned, they did not heed it,
 * Envy never marred their rest.

They'd a little house, and garden
 * Which David till'd with his own hand;

David did not care a ""
 * For the richest in the land.

They'd a little cow and dairy,
 * They'd a little pig and sty,

They'd a daughter like a fairy,
 * With auburn hair and mild blue eye.

Proud was David of his daughter,
 * Prouder still was his good bride,

Till, sad to tell, Consumption caught her,
 * And their gentle Bessie died!

Mark ye, how the picture's alter'd,
 * In the garden, weeds grow wild,

If neighbours noticed, David falter'd,
 * It's no use now, I've lost my child!