  I have four loves, four loves are mine, My wife who makes all beauty be, Tom Squire and Master Candleshine, And then my grey dog Timothy. My wife makes bramble-berry pies, And she is bright as bramble dew, She knows the way the weather flies, And tells me every thing to do. Tom Squire he is my neighbour man, His apples fall upon my grass, And in the morning, when we can, We say good-morning as we pass. And Master Candleshine the True, Considering some fault of mine, Says—“Had it been for me to do, It had been hard for Candleshine.” When I have thought all things that be, And drop the latch and climb the stair, And want an eye for company, My grey dog Timothy is there. My loves are one and two and three And four they are, good loves of mine, Tom Squire, my grey dog Timothy, My wife and Master Candleshine.
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