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| AS I came over Windy Gap | |
| They threw a halfpenny into my cap, | |
| For I am running to Paradise. | |
| And all that I need do is to wish, | |
| And somebody puts his hand in the dish | 5 |
| To throw me a bit of salted fish, | |
| And there the king is but as the beggar. | |
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| My brother Mourteen is worn out | |
| With skelping his big brawling lout, | |
| While I am running to Paradise. | 10 |
| A poor life, do what he can, | |
| And though he keep a dog and a gun, | |
| A serving maid and a serving man, | |
| And there the king is but as the beggar. | |
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| Poor men have grown to be rich men, | 15 |
| And rich men grown to be poor again, | |
| While I am running to Paradise. | |
| And many a darling wit’s grown dull | |
| That tossed a bare heel when at school; | |
| Now it has filled an old sock full, | 20 |
| And there the king is but as the beggar. | |
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| The wind is old and still at play | |
| While I must hurry upon my way | |
| For I am running to Paradise. | |
| Yet never have I lit on a friend | 25 |
| To take my fancy like the wind | |
| That nobody can buy or bind— | |
| And there the king is but as the beggar. | |
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