  As Lucy with her mother walk'd, She play'd and gambol'd, laugh'd and talk'd Till, coming to the river side, She slipp'd, and floated down the tide. Her faithful Carlo being near, Jump'd in to save his mistress dear; He drew her carefully to shore, And Lucy lives and laughs once more. "Dear gen'rous Carlo," Lucy said, "You ne'er shall want for meat and bread; For every day, before I dine, Good Carlo shall have some of mine." |
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