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Oh what's the matter what's the matter	A
What is't that ails young Harry Gill	B
That evermore his teeth they chatter	A
Chatter chatter chatter still	B
Of waistcoats Harry has no lack	C
Good duffle grey and flannel fine	D
He has a blanket on his back	C
And coats enough to smother nine	D
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In March December and in July	E
'Tis all the same with Harry Gill	B
The neighbours tell and tell you truly	F
His teeth they chatter chatter still	B
At night at morning and at noon	G
'Tis all the same with Harry Gill	B
Beneath the sun beneath the moon	G
His teeth they chatter chatter still	B
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Young Harry was a lusty drover	A
And who so stout of limb as he	F
His cheeks were red as ruddy clover	A
His voice was like the voice of three	F
Old Goody Blake was old and poor	H
Ill fed she was and thinly clad	I
And any man who passed her door	J
Might see how poor a hut she had	I
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All day she spun in her poor dwelling	K
And then her three hours' work at night	L
Alas 'twas hardly worth the telling	K
It would not pay for candle light	L
Remote from sheltered village green	M
On a hill's northern side she dwelt	N
Where from sea blasts the hawthorns lean	M
And hoary dews are slow to melt	N
	-
By the same fire to boil their pottage	O
Two poor old Dames as I have known	P
Will often live in one small cottage	O
But she poor Woman housed alone	P
'Twas well enough when summer came	Q
The long warm lightsome summer day	R
Then at her door the 'canty' Dame	Q
Would sit as any linnet gay	R
	-
But when the ice our streams did fetter	A
Oh then how her old bones would shake	S
You would have said if you had met her	A
'Twas a hard time for Goody Blake	S
Her evenings then were dull and dead	T
Sad case it was as you may think	U
For very cold to go to bed	T
And then for cold not sleep a wink	U
	-
O joy for her whene'er in winter	A
The winds at night had made a rout	V
And scattered many a lusty splinter	A
And many a rotten bough about	V
Yet never had she well or sick	W
As every man who knew her says	X
A pile beforehand turf or stick	W
Enough to warm her for three days	Y
	-
Now when the frost was past enduring	K
And made her poor old bones to ache	S
Could any thing be more alluring	K
Than an old hedge to Goody Blake	S
And now and then it must be said	T
When her old bones were cold and chill	B
She left her fire or left her bed	T
To seek the hedge of Harry Gill	B
	-
Now Harry he had long suspected	Z
This trespass of old Goody Blake	S
And vowed that she should be detected	Z
That he on her would vengeance take	S
And oft from his warm fire he'd go	A2
And to the fields his road would take	S
And there at night in frost and snow	A2
He watched to seize old Goody Blake	S
	-
And once behind a rick of barley	F
Thus looking out did Harry stand	B2
The moon was full and shining clearly	F
And crisp with frost the stubble land	B2
He hears a noise he's all awake	S
Again on tip toe down the hill	B
He softly creeps 'tis Goody Blake	S
She's at the hedge of Harry Gill	B
	-
Right glad was he when he beheld her	A
Stick after stick did Goody pull	C2
He stood behind a bush of elder	A
Till she had filled her apron full	C2
When with her load she turned about	V
The by way back again to take	S
He started forward with a shout	V
And sprang upon poor Goody Blake	S
	-
And fiercely by the arm he took her	A
And by the arm he held her fast	D2
And fiercely by the arm he shook her	A
And cried I've caught you then at last	D2
Then Goody who had nothing said	T
Her bundle from her lap let fall	E2
And kneeling on the sticks she prayed	F2
To God that is the judge of all	E2
	-
She prayed her withered hand uprearing	S
While Harry held her by the arm	G2
God who art never out of hearing	S
O may he never more be warm	H2
The cold cold moon above her head	T
Thus on her knees did Goody pray	R
Young Harry heard what she had said	T
And icy cold he turned away	R
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He went complaining all the morrow	A2
That he was cold and very chill	B
His face was gloom his heart was sorrow	A2
Alas that day for Harry Gill	B
That day he wore a riding coat	I2
But not a whit the warmer he	F
Another was on Thursday brought	J2
And ere the Sabbath he had three	F
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'Twas all in vain a useless matter	A
And blankets were about him pinned	K2
Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter	A
Like a loose casement in the wind	L2
And Harry's flesh it fell away	R
And all who see him say 'tis plain	M2
That live as long as live he may	R
He never will be warm again	N2
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No word to any man he utters	O2
A bed or up to young or old	P2
But ever to himself he mutters	O2
Poor Harry Gill is very cold	P2
A bed or up by night or day	R
His teeth they chatter chatter still	B
Now think ye farmers all I pray	R
Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill	B

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