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 And some time, when he looked on earth And watched the bairns at play, He kenned with joy a lyttel boy Ben allwais in the way.

And then a moder felt her heart How that it ben to-torne, She kissed eche day till she ben gray The shoon he use to worn; No bairn let hold untill her gown Nor played upon the floore,— Godde's was the joy; a lyttel boy Ben in the way no more!