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‘I am young, and strong, and hardy;
‘He's a sick, and feeble boy;
‘Take me, whip me, chain me, starve me,
‘All my life I'll toil with joy.
‘He's a sick, and feeble boy;
‘Take me, whip me, chain me, starve me,
‘All my life I'll toil with joy.
| American poems, selected and original | |