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I	A
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Oh when I was a tiny boy	B
My days and nights were full of joy	B
My mates were blithe and kind	C
No wonder that I sometimes sigh	A
And dash the tear drop from my eye	A
To cast a look behind	C
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II	A
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A hoop was an eternal round	D
Of pleasure In those days I found	D
A top a joyous thing	E
But now those past delights I drop	F
My head alas is all my top	F
And careful thoughts the string	E
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III	A
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My marbles once my bag was stored	G
Now I must play with Elgin's lord	G
With Theseus for a taw	G
My playful horse has slipt his string	E
Forgotten all his capering	E
And harness'd to the law	H
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IV	A
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My kite how fast and far it flew	I
Whilst I a sort of Franklin drew	I
My pleasure from the sky	E
'Twas paper'd o'er with studious themes	J
The tasks I wrote my present dreams	J
Will never soar so high	E
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V	A
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My joys are wingless all and dead	G
My dumps are made of more than lead	G
My flights soon find a fall	K
My fears prevail my fancies droop	L
Joy never cometh with a hoop	L
And seldom with a call	K
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VI	E
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My football's laid upon the shelf	A
I am a shuttlecock myself	A
The world knocks to and fro	M
My archery is all unlearn'd	G
And grief against myself has turn'd	G
My arrows and my bow	N
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VII	A
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No more in noontide sun I bask	E
My authorship's an endless task	E
My head's ne'er out of school	O
My heart is pain'd with scorn and slight	G
I have too many foes to fight	G
And friends grown strangely cool	O
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VIII	A
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The very chum that shared my cake	E
Holds out so cold a hand to shake	E
It makes me shrink and sigh	A
On this I will not dwell and hang	E
The changeling would not feel a pang	E
Though these should meet his eye	A
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IX	J
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No skies so blue or so serene	P
As then no leaves look half so green	P
As clothed the playground tree	A
All things I loved are altered so	J
Nor does it ease my heart to know	J
That change resides in me	A
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X	J
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Oh for the garb that marked the boy	B
The trousers made of corduroy	B
Well ink'd with black and red	G
The crownless hat ne'er deem'd an ill	Q
It only let the sunshine still	Q
Repose upon my head	G
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XI	A
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Oh for the riband round the neck	E
The careless dogs ears apt to deck	E
My book and collar both	R
How can this formal man be styled	G
Merely an Alexandrine child	G
A boy of larger growth	R
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XII	A
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Oh for that small small beer anew	I
And heaven's own type that mild sky blue	I
That wash'd my sweet meals down	S
The master even and that small Turk	E
That fagg'd me worse is now my work	E
A fag for all the town	S
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XIII	A
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Oh for the lessons learned by heart	G
Ay though the very birch's smart	G
Should mark those hours again	T
I'd 'kiss the rod ' and be resign'd	G
Beneath the stroke and even find	G
Some sugar in the cane	U
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XIV	A
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The Arabian Nights rehearsed in bed	G
The Fairy Tales in school time read	G
By stealth 'twixt verb and noun	S
The angel form that always walk'd	G
In all my dreams and look'd and talk'd	G
Exactly like Miss Brown	S
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XV	A
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The omne bene Christmas come	V
The prize of merit won for home	W
Merit had prizes then	T
But now I write for days and days	A
For fame a deal of empty praise	A
Without the silver pen	T
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XVI	A
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Then 'home sweet home ' the crowded coach	X
The joyous shout the loud approach	X
The winding horns like rams'	A
The meeting sweet that made me thrill	Q
The sweetmeats almost sweeter still	Q
No 'satis' to the 'jams'	A
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XVII	A
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When that I was a tiny boy	B
My days and nights were full of joy	B
My mates were blithe and kind	G
No wonder that I sometimes sigh	A
And dash the tear drop from my eye	A
To cast a look behind	G

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