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 * "LOVE FOR SALE."

Who'll buy him, sleeping in his mother's arms?
 * Who'll buy? Who'll buy?

How dare I cherish him who only harms?
 * That will not I.

Two wings, one snub nose, ten sharp-scratching nails.
 * Who'll buy? Who'll buy?

Sometimes he laughs, or if that naught avails,
 * Why then he'll cry.

A mule, a chatterbox, sharp-eyed and wild, A very monster is this cruel child; E'en in his mother's pain he finds his joy. Come! Some out-going merchant buy the boy! But now he pleads, he weeps,&mdash;cheer up, then. See! I'll sell thee not, stay with Zenophile!