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MIND YOUR KNITTING
Lucy! mind your knitting:
Blind as I may be,
I am certain you're not sitting
At your work by me.—
‘'Tis so hot this April weather.’—
Is it cooler where
You and Robert sit together?
You are idling there.
Lucy! mind your knitting.
Blind as I may be,
I am certain you're not sitting
At your work by me.—
‘'Tis so hot this April weather.’—
Is it cooler where
You and Robert sit together?
You are idling there.
Lucy! mind your knitting.
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Lucy! mind your knitting:
You have left your seat.
Tell me where again you're flitting:
Those are not your feet.—
‘'Tis the cat that you hear moving.’—
You speak false to me:
I'd like Robert better loving
You more openly.
Lucy! mind your knitting.
You have left your seat.
Tell me where again you're flitting:
Those are not your feet.—
‘'Tis the cat that you hear moving.’—
You speak false to me:
I'd like Robert better loving
You more openly.
Lucy! mind your knitting.
Lucy! mind your knitting;
Lucy! have a fear:
Some day Robert will be quitting—
Ah! she does not hear.
These young folk will still be scorning
All we old folk say;
They will never heed our warning
While their playmates stay.
Lucy! mind your knitting.
Lucy! have a fear:
Some day Robert will be quitting—
Ah! she does not hear.
These young folk will still be scorning
All we old folk say;
They will never heed our warning
While their playmates stay.
Lucy! mind your knitting.
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