Warns the year she is old,

And she casts robe and coronet,

That I would loosen hold.

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Our lives creep on to change at last,

And change is sudden coming;

Rooted you see yourself and fast,

And then be sent roaming.

When I was come to twenty years,

Home for a spell,

Mother she brought a flush of tears

With what she had to tell.

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There was a fine new place for me

Forty miles away—

And where my dream of what might be

One fine day?

The farmer's wife she kiss'd me kindly

When I was paid;

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