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I	A
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In distant countries have I been	B
And yet I have not often seen	C
A healthy man a man full grown	D
Weep in the public roads alone	D
But such a one on English ground	E
And in the broad highway I met	F
Along the broad highway he came	G
His cheeks with tears were wet	F
Sturdy he seemed though he was sad	H
And in his arms a Lamb he had	H
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II	A
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He saw me and he turned aside	I
As if he wished himself to hide	I
And with his coat did then essay	J
To wipe those briny tears away	J
I followed him and said 'My friend	K
What ails you wherefore weep you so '	-
'Shame on me Sir this lusty Lamb	L
He makes my tears to flow	M
To day I fetched him from the rock	N
He is the last of all my flock	N
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III	A
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'When I was young a single man	O
And after youthful follies ran	O
Though little given to care and thought	P
Yet so it was an ewe I bought	Q
And other sheep from her I raised	R
As healthy sheep as you might see	S
And then I married and was rich	T
As I could wish to be	S
Of sheep I numbered a full score	U
And every year increased my store	U
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IV	-
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'Year after year my stock it grew	V
And from this one this single ewe	V
Full fifty comely sheep I raised	R
As fine a flock as ever grazed	R
Upon the Quantock hills they fed	W
They throve and we at home did thrive	-
This lusty Lamb of all my store	U
Is all that is alive	-
And now I care not if we die	A
And perish all of poverty	S
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V	S
	-
'Six Children Sir had I to feed	X
Hard labour in a time of need	X
My pride was tamed and in our grief	-
I of the Parish asked relief	-
They said I was a wealthy man	O
My sheep upon the uplands fed	W
And it was fit that thence I took	Y
Whereof to buy us bread	W
'Do this how can we give to you '	-
They cried 'what to the poor is due '	-
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VI	A
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'I sold a sheep as they had said	W
And bought my little children bread	W
And they were healthy with their food	Z
For me it never did me good	A2
A woeful time it was for me	S
To see the end of all my gains	B2
The pretty flock which I had reared	C2
With all my care and pains	B2
To see it melt like snow away	J
For me it was a woeful day	J
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VII	A
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'Another still and still another	D2
A little lamb and then its mother	D2
It was a vein that never stopped	E2
Like blood drops from my heart they dropped	E2
'Till thirty were not left alive	A
They dwindled dwindled one by one	F2
And I may say that many a time	G2
I wished they all were gone	H2
Reckless of what might come at last	I2
Were but the bitter struggle past	I2
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VIII	A
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'To wicked deeds I was inclined	J2
And wicked fancies crossed my mind	J2
And every man I chanced to see	S
I thought he knew some ill of me	S
No peace no comfort could I find	J2
No ease within doors or without	K2
And crazily and wearily	S
I went my work about	K2
And oft was moved to flee from home	L2
And hide my head where wild beasts roam	L2
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IX	S
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'Sir 'twas a precious flock to me	S
As dear as my own children be	S
For daily with my growing store	U
I loved my children more and more	U
Alas it was an evil time	G2
God cursed me in my sore distress	S
I prayed yet every day I thought	P
I loved my children less	S
And every week and every day	J
My flock it seemed to melt away	J
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X	S
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'They dwindled Sir sad sight to see	S
From ten to five from five to three	S
A lamb a wether and a ewe	V
And then at last from three to two	V
And of my fifty yesterday	J
I had but only one	F2
And here it lies upon my arm	M2
Alas and I have none	F2
To day I fetched it from the rock	N
It is the last of all my flock '	-

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