Say, lad, have you things to do?
Say, lad, have you things to do?Quick then, while your day's at prime.Quick, and if 'tis work for two,Here am I, man: now's your time.
Send me now, and I shall go;Call me, I shall hear you call;Use me ere they lay me lowWhere a man's no use at all;
Ere the wholesome flesh decay,And the willing nerve be numb,And the lips lack breath to say,"No, my lad, I cannot come."
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