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These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest / Where all my lead soldiers are lying at rest, / Were gathered in autumn by nursie and me / In a wood with a well by the side of the sea.
This whistle we made (and how clearly it sounds! ) / By the side of a field at the end of the grounds.
Of a branch of a plane, with a knife of my own, / It was nursie who made it, and nursie alone!
The stone, with the white and the yellow and grey, / We discovered I cannot tell _how_ far away; / And I carried it back although weary and cold, / For though father denies it, I'm sure it is gold.
But of all of my treasures the last is the king, / For there's very few children possess such a thing; / And that is a chisel, both handle and blade, / Which a man who was really a carpenter made.