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WOMAN.So I was told Sir. And I tried to think so,But 'twas a sad blow to me! I was usedTo sleep at nights soundly and undisturb'd—Now if the wind blew rough, it made me startAnd think of my poor boy tossing aboutUpon the roaring seas. And then I seem'dTo feel that it was hard to take him from meFor such a little fault. But he was wrongOh very wrong—a murrain on his traps!See what they've brought him too!TRAVELLER.Well! well! take comfortHe will be taken care of if he lives;And should you lose your child, this is a countryWhere the brave sailor never leaves a parentTo weep for him in want.WOMAN.Sir I shall wantNo succour long. In the common course of years
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