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117 But yet I guess that now and then

With Betty all was not so well,

And to the road she turns her ears,

And thence full many a sound she hears,

Which she to Susan will not tell.

Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans,

"As sure as there's a moon in heaven,"

Cries Betty, "he'll be back again;

"They'll both be here, 'tis almost ten,

"They'll both be here before eleven."

Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans,

The clock gives warning for eleven;

'Tis on the stroke—"If Johnny's near,"

Quoth Betty "he will soon be here,

"As sure as there's a moon in heaven."