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LXXXI
POOR TOM BOWLING |
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Tom never from his word departed,
His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many and true hearted,
His Poll was kind and fair : And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly,—
Ah ! many's the time and oft; But mirth is turn'd to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft. |
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