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THE LONELY HOUSE.

KNOW some lonely houses off the road A robber 'd like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low, Inviting to A portico, Where two could creep: One hand the tools, The other peep To make sure all 's asleep. Old fashioned eyes, Not easy to surprise!

How orderly the kitchen 'd look by night, With just a clock,— But they could gag the tick, And mice won't bark; And so the walls don't tell, None will.