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Sometimes my Conscience says, says he, / "Don't you know me? " / And I, says I, skeered through and through, / "Of course I do. / You air a nice chap ever' way, / I'm here to say! / You make me cry -- you make me pray, / And all them good things thataway -- / That is, at _night_. Where do you stay / Durin' the day? "
And then my Conscience says, onc't more, / "You know me -- shore? " / "Oh, yes," says I, a-trimblin' faint, / "You're jes' a saint! / Your ways is all so holy-right, / I love you better ever' night / You come around, -- tel' plum daylight, / When you air out o' sight! "