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For this poor crawling helpless wretch
Inch-thick the dust lay on the ground,
It chanced that Andrew passed that way
penny on the ground.
He stooped and took the penny up:
And hence I said, that Andrew's boys Will all be trained to waste and pillage; And wished the press-gang, or the drum With its tantara sound, would come And sweep him from the village !
When Ruth was left half desolate
And she had made a Pipe of straw,
green, As if she from her birth had been An Infant of the woods,