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BALLAD.—OH! MY BOYS!
Oh! my boys, my noble boys,
I am sitting 'midst your toys,
But I hear no pleasant noise;
I shall hear no more
The sweet voices of your joys,
Ever dear before.
I am sitting 'midst your toys,
But I hear no pleasant noise;
I shall hear no more
The sweet voices of your joys,
Ever dear before.
It was only yesterday
Ye were by my side at play,
Bounding gleeful, all so gay,
Happy, with such cheer,
That our hearts forgot to pray,
Having no more fear.
Ye were by my side at play,
Bounding gleeful, all so gay,
Happy, with such cheer,
That our hearts forgot to pray,
Having no more fear.
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Drum and trumpet, top and ball,
With such merry whoop and call,
Making racket in the hall,
Deafening every ear:
Oh! that I could have them all—
That I still could hear!
With such merry whoop and call,
Making racket in the hall,
Deafening every ear:
Oh! that I could have them all—
That I still could hear!
That I still could hear and see,
Shapes and noises of your glee—
My bright Syd—my Beverley!
Oh, my noble boys,
Voice and form are lost to me,
Sitting 'midst your toys.
Shapes and noises of your glee—
My bright Syd—my Beverley!
Oh, my noble boys,
Voice and form are lost to me,
Sitting 'midst your toys.
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