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"Get off the earth," says I, / "With your muddy boots and your dirty face; / Such a bother I never see, / You're the biggest torment in the place; / Forever worryin' an' pesterin' me.
"Get off the earth," says I. / I didn't mean that, but I was so vexed / At the boy's disturbin' way; / I never knew what he would do next / In his noisy, mischief-makin' play.
"Get off the earth," says I. / And that very night the fever came; / And now I'm cryin' to heaven in vain / For just one more touch of them same / Lost little grimy hands again.