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 Away I ran, in this sad fright, Fast down the nearest lane; And then I stopped and looked behind, Then screamed, and ran again.

Trembling, at last I reached my home, And straight I went to bed,— But, oh! in such a shocking plight That I was almost dead.

No rest nor comfort could I take, And not a wink of sleep; All I could do was toss and turn From side to side and weep.

But what was worst of all, mamma, I could not say my prayers; And then I thought my heart would burst, For I was drowned in tears.

For sure, I cried, God will not hear A child so wicked pray; I dare not hope he'll let me live To see another day.

Thus did I weep till morning dawned, And yet found no relief; For, oh! what comfort can there be For such a wicked thief?