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Took my carpet-bag and rose
And was quick in doing
Thinking 't was for youI chose
Was for 1-vie a wooing.
Now, the moral of this tale
Still, methinks, I owe you.
On the head it hits the nail
Don't think it's below you
If your hearth is lone and still
If you feel so lonely
Don 't be sick-at-heart and ill,
Though it is unhomely.
