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F.
And the boys trotted on at my side,
With the two-steps they put to one stride
Of my big-footed pace:—and now each
Is withdrawn from our side and our hand,
And the oldest as far as the land
Of old England may reach.
C.
Home's a nest;
A nest where the young folk are bred
Up, to take on the work of the dead.
And the boys trotted on at my side,
With the two-steps they put to one stride
Of my big-footed pace:—and now each
Is withdrawn from our side and our hand,
And the oldest as far as the land
Of old England may reach.
C.
Home's a nest;
A nest where the young folk are bred
Up, to take on the work of the dead.
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