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11A wand'ring gypsey, Sirs, am I,A wandering Gypsey, Sirs, am I,
22From Norwood, where we oft complain,From <i>Norwood</i>, where we oft complain,
33With many a tear and many a sigh,With many a tear and many a sigh,
44Of blust'ring winds and rushing rain.Of blust'ring winds and rushing rain.
5No costly rooms nor gay attire
6Within our humble shed appear;
7No beds of down or blazing fire,
8At night our shivering limbs to cheer.
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106Alas! No friend comes near our cot;No rooms so fine, nor gay attire,
117The redbreasts only find the way.Amid our humble shed appear,
128Who give there all, a simple note,Nor beds of down, nor blazing fire,
139At peep of morn and parting day.At night our shiv'ring limbs to cheer.
14But fortunes here I come to tell,
15They yield me, gentle Sir, your hand:
16Within these lines what thousands dwell!
17And, bless me, what a heap of land!
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1911It surely, Sir, must pleasing beAlas! No friends come near our cot,
12The Red-breasts only find the way, --
13Who give their all, -- a simple note, --
14At peep of morn, and parting day.
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16But fortunes here I come to tell:
17Then yield me, gentle Sir, your hand; --
18Amid those lines what thousands dwell!
19And bless me what a heap of land!
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21This surely, Sir, must pleasing be,
2022To hold such wealth in every line!To hold such wealth in every line!
2123Try, pray now try, if you can seeTry, pray now try, if you can see
2224A little treasure lodg'd in mine.A little treasure lodg'd in mine.
2325Yon sun that pours the lightsome day,<i>(holding out her hand.)</i>
24And gilds the palace and the farm,
25Can never miss the kindly ray
26That makes the hapless vagrant warm.

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