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Rh Eh, how áll rúng!

Young dog, he did give tongue!

But Harry—in his hands he has flung

His tear-tricked cheeks of flame

For fond love and for shame.

Ah Nature, framed in fault,

There 's comfort then, there 's salt;

Nature, bad, base, and blind,

Dearly thou canst be kind;

There dearly thén, dearly,

I'll cry thou canst be kind.

to a young child