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 "But first, while you have joy to spare We'll plant a little here and there; And if you be not in the wrong, We'll sing together such a song As no man yet sings anywhere."

They planted and with fruitful eyes Attended each his enterprise. "Now days will come and days will go, And many a way be found, we know," Said Oakes, "and we shall sing, likewise."

"The days will go, the years will go, And many a song be sung, we know," Said Oliver; "and if there be Good harvesting for you and me, Who cares if we sing loud or low?"