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Aetat Six	A
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Now every night we light the grate	B
And I sit up till really late	B
My Father sits upon the right	C
My Mother on the left and I	D
Between them on an ancient chair	E
That once belonged to my Great Gran	F
Before my Father was a man	F
We sit without another light	C
I really truly never tire	G
Watching that space as black as night	C
That hangs behind the fire	G
For there sometimes you know	H
The dearest queerest little sparks	I
Without a sound creep to and fro	H
Sometimes they form in rings	J
Or lines that look like many things	J
Like skipping ropes or hoops or swings	J
Before you know what you're about	K
They all go out	K
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My Father says that they are gnomes	L
Beyond the grate they have their homes	L
In a tall black and windy town	M
Behind a door we cannot see	N
Often when it's time for bed	O
The children run away instead	O
Out through the door to see our fire	G
Then their angry parents come	P
With every candle in the town	M
The beadle with his lantern too	Q
And search and rummage up and down	M
To catch the children as they play	R
Between the rows of new mown hay	R
And bring them home	S
They must be O so very small	T
How do they capture them at all	T
But then they must be very dear	U
When they can find no more	V
They blow a horn we cannot hear	W
And march with the beadle at their head	O
Right through the little open door	V
Then close it tight and go to bed	O
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My Mother says that may be so	H
They both agree they're gnomes you know	H
She says she thinks that every night	C
The gnomes have had a fearful fight	C
Their valiant General has been slain	X
And all the soldiers leave the camp	Y
To dig his grave upon the plain	X
They drag the General on a gun	Z
Every bandsman has a lamp	Y
And there's a torch for every one	Z
They dig his grave with bayonets	A2
And wrap him grandly in his flag	B2
Then they gather in a ring	C2
The band plays very soft and low	H
And all the soldiers sing	C2
Of course we cannot hear you know	H
Then some one calls 'The enemy comes '	-
They muffle up their pipes and drums	D2
Every soldier in a fright	C
Puts out his light	C
Then hand in hand and very still	E2
They clamber up the dark dark hill	E2
And hold their breath tight tight	C
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I'd like to know which tale is right	C
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O there is something I forgot	F2
Sometimes one little spark burns on	G2
Long after the rest have gone	H2
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My Father says that lamp is left	I2
By a little crooked crotchety man	F
Who cannot find his wayward son	Z
When the horn begins to blow	H
He has to drop his light and run	Z
Of course he limps so slow	H
He squeezes through the very last	J2
When he is gone the naughty scamp	Y
Jumps up and puff out goes the lamp	Y
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My Mother says that is the light	C
Borne by the very bravest knight	C
He is so very very brave	K2
He would not leave his General's grave	K2
And when the Enemy General tries	L2
To make him tell where his General lies	L2
He answers boldly 'I will not '	-
Then they shoot him on the spot	F2
And give a horrid dreadful shout	K
And then of course his light goes out	K
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I sit and think when they are through	Q
Which tale I like best of the two	Q
Sometimes I like the Father one	Z
It is such fun	Z
But then I love the Mother one	Z
That dear brave soldier and the rest	M2
Now which one do you like the best	M2

Duncan Campbell Scott

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