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35 And fiercely by the arm he took her,

And by the arm he held her fast,

And fiercely by the arm he shook her,

And cried, "I've caught you then at last!"

Then Goody, who had nothing said,

Her bundle from her lap let fall;

And kneeling on the sticks, she pray'd

To God that is the judge of all.

She pray'd, her wither'd hand uprearing,

While Harry held her by the arm—

"God! who art never out of hearing,

"O may he never more be warm!"

The cold, cold moon above her head,

Thus on her knees did Goody pray,

Young Harry heard what she had said,

And icy-cold he turned away.