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118 The clock is on the stroke of twelve,

And Johnny is not yet in sight,

The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,

But Betty is not quite at ease;

And Susan has a dreadful night.

And Betty, half an hour ago,

On Johnny vile reflections cast:

"A little idle sauntering thing!"

With other names, an endless string,

But now that time is gone and past.

And Betty's drooping at the heart,

That happy time all past and gone,

"How can it be he is so late?

"The Doctor he has made him wait,

"Susan! they'll both be here anon."