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A little Girl to a little Boy on his removal to New-York.
You go, I'm told,
This winter cold,
A journey, sir,
Pray shun the blast,
And travel fast,
Wrap'd close in fur.
This winter cold,
A journey, sir,
Pray shun the blast,
And travel fast,
Wrap'd close in fur.
I'm sorry too,
To part with you,
Your courteous care
At infant school,
Next summer cool,
I hop'd to share.
To part with you,
Your courteous care
At infant school,
Next summer cool,
I hop'd to share.
My wish to go,
I do not know
But they'll refuse,
Is it not shame
My age should claim
No right to choose.
I do not know
But they'll refuse,
Is it not shame
My age should claim
No right to choose.
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Twice has the sphere
Roll'd round the year,
Since I saw light;
Yet all my skill
To have my will,
Has fail'd outright.
Roll'd round the year,
Since I saw light;
Yet all my skill
To have my will,
Has fail'd outright.
I marvel why
You wish to try
A city life;
Pleas'd as you were
With rural care,
And free from strife.
You wish to try
A city life;
Pleas'd as you were
With rural care,
And free from strife.
Manners and men
You'd better ken
Among the throng;
But the young breast
Is nurtur'd best
Mid Nature's song.
You'd better ken
Among the throng;
But the young breast
Is nurtur'd best
Mid Nature's song.
I've heard that those
Who pass for beaux,
In lofty stations,
Oft treat with scorn
Their country-born,
And poor relations.
Who pass for beaux,
In lofty stations,
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Their country-born,
And poor relations.
Now don't forget
How oft we've met
In Nurse's arms,
When gay and free,
You crow'd at me,
And prais'd my charms.
How oft we've met
In Nurse's arms,
When gay and free,
You crow'd at me,
And prais'd my charms.
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