The Little Boy Lost
"Father, father, where are you going?Oh do not walk so fast!Speak, father, speak to your little boy,Or else I shall be lost."
The night was dark, no father was there,The child was wet with dew;The mire was deep, and the child did weep,And away the vapour flew.
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