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THE cart is ready; come! Oh, is it true? Gaffer, dear Gaffer, can’t you hear me cry? Must the old place call out, instead of you, “Good-bye”?

Ah, sure, ’tis only market-day at Shere; We’ve only tuck’d you in all snug to go With Polly that you’ve harness’d, Gaffer, dear. No! no!

Never again you’ll yoke her at the door! Never, but this once, take the market-track! And oh! you’ll never, never any more Come back!