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Old friend! in faith, the soldier says I envy you almost;My shoulders have been sorely prestAnd I should like to sit and rest, My back against that post.
In such a sweltering day as this A knapsack is the devil!And if on t'other side I satIt would not only spoil our chat But make me seem uncivil.
The old man laugh'd and moved. I wish It were a great-arm'd chair!But this may help a man at need;And yet it was a cursed deed That ever brought it there.
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