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And where will be the dear small boy, an hundred years to come,
Who, when his neighbor wants to sleep, exploits the festive drum?
The sweet and guileless little scamp—the innocent young rogue—
May be in lands where harps are used, and drums are not in vogue.
Who, when his neighbor wants to sleep, exploits the festive drum?
The sweet and guileless little scamp—the innocent young rogue—
May be in lands where harps are used, and drums are not in vogue.
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