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Poor Susan was old and too feeble to spin, / Her forehead was wrinkled, her hands they were thin; / And she must have starv'd, as so many have done, / If she had not been bless'd with a good little son.
He went every morning, as gay as a lark, / And work'd all day long in the fields till 'twas dark, / Then came home again to his dear mother's cot, / And joyfully gave her the wages he got.