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HEY said he sent his love to me, They would n't put it in my hand, And when I asked them where it was They said I could n't understand.

I thought they must have hidden it, I hunted for it all the day, And when I told them so at night They smiled and turned their heads away.

They say that love is something kind, That I can never see or touch. I wish he'd sent me something else, I like his cough-drops twice as much.

I think the moon is very kind To take such trouble just for me. He came along with me from home To keep me company.