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Cobbler, cease your pegging!
Who pays your wage?
And whose the ugly,
Dry shoes of Age?
Who pays your wage?
And whose the ugly,
Dry shoes of Age?
I have shoes for mending;
A patch or two
Will make them nearly
As good as new,
A patch or two
Will make them nearly
As good as new,
Mine too worn for patching?
It cannot be
The shoes just finished
Were made for me?
It cannot be
The shoes just finished
Were made for me?
II
Time went dancing down the road
Yesterday;
It was sweet to watch Time dance
On her way.
Yesterday;
It was sweet to watch Time dance
On her way.
Not one sigh was in my heart!
How could I
Know that when to-morrow came
I should cry?
How could I
Know that when to-morrow came
I should cry?
III
Joy came winging down to me,
A brown, song-throated bird,
But on a honeyed tree's dark branch
A scarlet note was heard.
A brown, song-throated bird,
But on a honeyed tree's dark branch
A scarlet note was heard.
Joy was singing, soft and low,
A tender little lay,
But, oh, my ears were deafened by
The scarlet note that day!
A tender little lay,
But, oh, my ears were deafened by
The scarlet note that day!
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