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Sometime there ben a lyttel boy / That wolde not renne and play, / And helpless like that little tyke / Ben allwais in the way. / "Goe, make you merrie with the rest," / His weary moder cried; / But with a frown he catcht her gown / And hong untill her side.
That boy did love his moder well, / Which spake him faire, I ween; / He loved to stand and hold her hand / And ken her with his een; / His cosset bleated in the croft, / His toys unheeded lay, -- / He wolde not goe, but, tarrying soe, / Ben allwais in the way.