  "Laddy, leave your pedant's task, Rove the world with me. Fields and towns and pretty lands Together we would see. There be workers everywhere, You would not be missed. Come, ah come, and take for yours The mouth you never kissed!" "Lady, I am fain for play, So I may not go. Only those who hate to toil The true enjoyment know; But could you love a larrikin Whose task he'd so resign?" "Yes!—I'd love a larrikin If only he were mine." |
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