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For this poor crawling helpless wretch
Inch-thick the dust lay on the ground, For it had long been droughty weather So with his staff the Cripple wrought Among the dust till he had brought The halfpennies together.
It chanced that Andrew passed that way Just at the time; and there he found The Cripple in the mid-day heat Standing alone, and at his feet
He saw the penny on the ground.
He stooped and took the penny up:
And hence I said, that Andrew's boys Will all be trained to waste and pillage; And wished the press-gang, or the drum With its tantara sound, would come
And sweep him from the village!
When Ruth was left half desolate
Her Father took another Mate;
And she had made a Pipe of straw, And from that oaten Pipe could draw
All sounds of winds and floods
Had built a Bower upon the green,
As if she from her birth had been
An Infant of the woods,