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Tell me again I did not hear It was wailing so sadly Nay	A
Hush little one for mother wants to know what they have to say	A
There At my breast be good and still What quiets you calms me too	B
They say that the source is poisoned still it seems pure enough for you	B
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I shall bring them to shame aye one and all my Father who loves me so	C
Dear Mother a little severe at times but with story as white as snow	C
And sister Effie so trim and quick so fair and betrothed so long	D
Who will wait for her lover for years and years but would die at the thought of wrong	D
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O don't For I know what my brother Ralph if he knew it would think and say	A
He would drive me across the lonely moor and would curse me all the way	A
Would call on the cold wet winds to whip and the sunshine to pass me by	E
And vow that the ditch were too good a grave for a thing as foul as I	E
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And then there is grand dad worn and white who can scarcely speak or see	F
But sits in the sun in his wicker chair with the Bible upon his knee	F
To him 'twould but sound like a buzzing hive if they talked to him of my fall	G
Yet I almost think that I dread his face turned heavenward more than all	G
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We have never been either rich or poor but a proud stiff yeoman stock	H
And to think that I am the first to bring sin's scab on a cleanly flock	H
The pet lamb too as they call me still the dearest of all their dears	F
Hush little one But you well may wail suckled not upon milk but tears	F
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He never will marry me now that's sure Who takes a wife with a stain	I
How we used to sit in the bluebell wood and roam through the primrose lane	I
And I was thinking of some one else while the nightingale trilled above	J
He alone I think will forgive me though such a wonderful thing is Love	J
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Do you think I do not foresee it all a mother and not a wife	K
A babe but without a father still and the lack and the shame for life	K
The nudge and the sidelong sneer in church at market year out year in	L
But what would you have me do to escape the wages of my sin	L
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Give up the child To whom To what To honest and kindly folk	M
Who have never a chit of their own and long for a wee thing to kiss and stroke	M
Who will call it their own will rear as such will teach it to lisp and pray	A
He will find the money for that and more There is nothing he will not pay	A
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Pay Well go on I am listening hard for the little one's now at rest	N
Just look how it sucks and smiles in sleep on the pillow of mother's breast	N
Though I never thought does Love ever think that such was the end of all	G
It is wicked but still for a joy like this I would almost repeat my fall	G
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Yes I understand He has done his best O you make it perfectly clear	O
He is doing it all for me no doubt he has nothing to face or fear	O
But 'tis strange that fathers with gold may pay for their guilt and can then forget	P
And that lasting shame and a broken heart are the share of the mother's debt	P
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I have sometimes thought that Nature has against woman some lasting pique	Q
For she makes us weak where we should be strong and strong where we might be weak	Q
Most good when a little badness pays and bad when 'tis safe being good	R
To be always good and nothing but good 's the one hope for womanhood	R
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And I then should be good or seem to be which is pretty well much the same	S
Should hold up my head with the straightest then and be shocked at a sister's shame	S
Be called by the Vicar his model maid be kissed by the Vicar's wife	K
And may be marry an honest man and be happy and loved for life	K
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The hollyhocks now up the garden walk are flowering strong and straight	T
The bees are out in the mignonette and the mossrose lingers late	T
The orchard reddens the acorn cups are thick 'neath the pollard oak	M
And up from the old red chimney stack curls the first blue Autumn smoke	M
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The kine from the lowland are trailing home and file betwixt shed and rick	U
In the wide brown bowls on the dairy shelf the cream lies smooth and thick	U
I can hear the geese in the farmyard pond I can see the neat new thatch	V
Now what if I went there brave and bold and took courage to lift the latch	V
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They never would know they would cluster round they would drag me in through the door	W
Would fondle and cuddle and hug and kiss and pull me down to the floor	W
And who should kiss first and who kiss last would be all they would think of then	X
And at night we should all of us kneel and pray and I too should say Amen ''	-
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They never would know but I should know and when they were all asleep	Y
I should lie awake through the long dark night and wonder and sob and weep	Y
Through the dear sweet bitter detested past would my wavering fancy roam	Z
And at dawn I should learn to smile again for at least I should be at home	Z
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And where would It be I must not ask for I'm to be strong and wise	F
If well or ailing alive or dead what colour its hair and eyes	F
Never knit a sock for its little feet to the end never know its name	S
There's a shamelessness yet more shameful far than the worst abyss of shame	S
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Well you see I am going And where Why home Yes straight unto Father's door	W
With this tell tale thing in my warm weak arms right over the windy moor	A2
I shall tremble and stammer and halt no doubt and look like a thing accurst	T
And so double my fault by my helplessness and then I shall know the worst	T
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If my Mother scolds I will bow my head if my sister shrinks I will weep	Y
If my brother smites I will let him smite for a sin so dark and deep	Y
But what if my Father rises up and drives from the door what then	X
Well then I will go to the Father of all Who pardoned Magdalen ''	-

Alfred Austin

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