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 Oft treat with scorn Friends country-born, And poor relations.

Don't patronize Thing's so unwise,— But should I come Don't turn away,— And bid them say You're not at home:

No, don't forget How oft we've met In Nurse's arms, When glad and free, You crow'd at me, And prais'd my charms.