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Paplet
, a Christian's and a Jewes's Child,
Scarce five Year old, was laid, to starve in Field;
For that the Babe they could no longer hide:
But all by hap an anciant Sire it spy'd;
Just starving; for the tender Teeth been broak;
As twould crack Nutt: It smiled when up he took;
Oh sweet my Father reach that bough of Hips!
What must I do, ah how I've scratch'd my Lips!
He tookt to's Cave; and pull'd the Thorns all out
Her pretty Feet; they bled with walk about.
There brought her up with Florey, fresh his Son,
Who hunts wild Beasts, 'tis what they live epon.
Now sick if Sire or Son, she moans him meet,
Soft tend's, with cheary Chat, and soothing sweet
Scarce five Year old, was laid, to starve in Field;
For that the Babe they could no longer hide:
But all by hap an anciant Sire it spy'd;
Just starving; for the tender Teeth been broak;
As twould crack Nutt: It smiled when up he took;
Oh sweet my Father reach that bough of Hips!
What must I do, ah how I've scratch'd my Lips!
He tookt to's Cave; and pull'd the Thorns all out
Her pretty Feet; they bled with walk about.
There brought her up with Florey, fresh his Son,
Who hunts wild Beasts, 'tis what they live epon.
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Soft tend's, with cheary Chat, and soothing sweet
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