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HERE are you going, little Boy Beg,
 * With your little grey dog an' all?"

"I'm going to look for the King an' Queen,
 * To see will they cure me for all."

"Where will you find them, little Boy Beg,
 * The King an' the Queen so high?"

"I'll watch from the bank where the bluebell grows,
 * To see will they ever pass by."

"How will you know them, little Boy Beg,
 * When you've wandered many a mile?"

"I'll know the King by his golden crown,
 * An' the Queen by her lovely smile."

"How will they see you, little Boy Beg,
 * With your poor little crutch an' all?"

"I'll be houlin' my flow'rs an' makin' my bow,
 * An' the Queen she'll see me for all."

"What will you say to them, little Boy Beg,
 * When you stand at the carriage door,"

"I'll give them a flow'r, an' they'll touch my han',
 * An' I'll never be lame no more."