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 "And often after sunset, Sir, "When it is light and fair, "I take my little porringer, "And eat my supper there.

"The first that died was little Jane; "In bed she moaning lay, "Till God released her of her pain, "And then she went away.

"So in the church-yard she was laid, "And all the summer dry, "Together round her grave we played, "My brother John and I.

"And when the ground was white with snow, "And I could run and slide, "My brother John was forced to go, "And he lies by her side."