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189 I must be gone, I must away,

Consider, Johnny's but half-wise;

Susan, we must take care of him,

If he is hurt in life or limb"—

"Oh God forbid!" poor Susan cries.

"What can I do?" says Betty, going,

"What can I do to ease your pain?

Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay;

I fear you 're in a dreadful way,

But I shall soon be back again."

"Nay, Betty, go! good Betty, go!

There's nothing that can ease my pain."

Then off she hies, but with a prayer

That God poor Susan's life would spare,

Till she comes back again.

So, through the moonlight lane she goes,

And far into the moonlight dale;

And how she ran, and how she walked,

And all that to herself she talked,

Would surely be a tedious tale.