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57 "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."