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LINES TO A FRIEND AT COBHAM
'Tis pleasant, when we've absent friends,
Sometimes to hob and nob 'em
With Memory's glass—at such a pass,
Remember me at Cobham!
Sometimes to hob and nob 'em
With Memory's glass—at such a pass,
Remember me at Cobham!
Have pigs you will, and sometimes kill,
But if you sigh and sob 'em,
And cannot eat your home-grown meat,
Remember me at Cobham!
But if you sigh and sob 'em,
And cannot eat your home-grown meat,
Remember me at Cobham!
Of hen and cock, you'll have a stock,
And death will oft unthrob 'em,—
A country chick is good to pick—
Remember me at Cobham!
And death will oft unthrob 'em,—
A country chick is good to pick—
Remember me at Cobham!
Some orchard trees of course you'll lease,
And boys will sometimes rob 'em,
A friend (you know) before a foe—
Remember me at Cobham!
And boys will sometimes rob 'em,
A friend (you know) before a foe—
Remember me at Cobham!
You'll sometimes have wax-lighted rooms,
And friends of course to mob 'em;
Should you be short of such a sort,
Remember me at Cobham!
And friends of course to mob 'em;
Should you be short of such a sort,
Remember me at Cobham!
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