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Beggar And The Boy
There once was a man withered tired in his age
Who set on 31st trying his hardest to make a wage
Until the day would conquer and the suns light should heat
Across his nit stained coat he slept soft and discreet
Away from the eyes and away from his shame
He had prayed high to the skies for the lord to claim
His heart from this world that had seen little joy
Until the day the beggar had met the boy
He was a half pint lad standing only to my shoulder
I said boy you better go home for it supposed to get colder
It was then he ...