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36 He went complaining all the morrow

That he was cold and very chill:

His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow,

Alas! that day for Harry Gill!

That day he wore a riding-coat,

But not a whit the warmer he:

Another was on Thursday brought,

And ere the Sabbath he had three.

Twas all in vain, a useless matter,

And blankets were about him pinn'd;

Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter,

Like a loose casement in the wind.

And Harry's flesh it fell away;

And all who see him say 'tis plain,

That, live as long as live he may,

He never will be warm again.