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That very morn the Landlord's power Had seized the little left,And now the sufferer found himself Of every thing bereft.
He lent his head upon his hand, His elbow on his knee,And so by Jaspar's side he sat And not a word said he.
Nay—why so downcast? Jaspar cried, Come—cheer up Jonathan!Drink neighbour drink! 'twill warm thy heart, Come! come! take courage man!
He took the cup that Jaspar gave And down he drain'd it quickI have a wife, said Jonathan, And she is deadly sick.
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