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 ATTER, patter, on the floor, Such a floor for hobbling, In and out the open door, Where his sire sits cobbling : Mat -the merry, Mat the wise, So the children call him ; Mat, with solemn, sightless eyes- Nought but good befal him ! Mat the cripple, poor and young, Lord of all his alley ; Ruling by his gentle tongue, Bright with many a sally. Mat and I fell out one day On a point of duty ; I maintaining life was gay, And that truth was beauty,