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150 Oh! smile on me, my little lamb!

For I thy own dear mother am.

My love for thee has well been tried:

I've sought thy father far and wide.

I know the poisons of the shade,

I know the earth-nuts fit for food;

Then, pretty dear, be not afraid;

We'll find thy father in the wood.

Now laugh and be gay, to the woods away!

And there, my babe; we'll live for aye.