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O you would clothe me in silken frocks

And house me from the cold,

And bind with bright bands my glossy locks,

And buy me chains of gold;

And give me—meekly to do my will—

The hapless sons of men:—

But the wild goat bounding on the barren hill

Droops in the grassy pen.