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125 "He's not so wise as some folks be,"

"The devil take his wisdom!" said

The Doctor, looking somewhat grim,

"What, woman! should I know of him?"

And, grumbling, he went back to bed.

"O woe is me! O woe is me!

"Here will I die; here will I die;

"I thought to find my Johnny here,

"But he is neither far nor near,

"Oh! what a wretched mother I!"

She stops, she stands, she looks about,

Which way to turn she cannot tell.

Poor Betty! it would ease her pain

If she had heart to knock again;

—The clock strikes three—a dismal knell!