  'Tis winter, cold winter, and William has been To look at the place on the pool Where Henry was drown'd by the ice breaking in, About half a mile from the school. And Henry was told on that very same day He must not go into that field, But then, as he thought, if he did disobey, The fault might for once be conceal'd. A lesson for William, who hangs down his head, Without any spirits for play; His favourite friend and companion is dead Because he would have his own way. |
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