Ah me! How hard is destiny!
If we could only know. . . .
I bought my son from Sicily
A score of years ago;
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Two men I saw reel from a bar
And stumble down the street;
Coarse and uncouth as workmen are,
They walked with wobbly feet.
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"And when I come to die," he said,
"Ye shall not lay me out in state,
Nor leave your laurels at my head,
Nor cause your men of speech orate;
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