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NATHANIEL.Down on the common; I was going a-field And neighbour Saunders pass'd me on his mare; He had hardly said "good day," before I saw The shoe drop off; 'twas just upon my tongue To call him back, it makes no difference, does it, Because I know whose 'twas? FATHER.Why no, it can't. The shoe's the same you know, and you did find it. NATHANIEL.That mare of his has got a plaguey road To travel, father, and if he should lame her, For she is but tender-footed,—FATHER.Aye, indeed—I should not like to see her limping back Poor beast! but charity begins at home, And Nat, there's our own horse in such a way This morning!
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