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Edgar Guest - What To Do
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IF I had wealth and I had health,
And I `d a roof above me,
If I’d a wife to cheer my life,
But not one child to love me,
No rosy-lipped young laughing miss,
No bright-eyed, roguish laddie,
I `d search the town, both up and down,
Till one should call me daddie.

I would not have a roof that ne`er
Knew sound of childish chatter,
Nor keep a floor, unlettered o`er
By little feet that patter.
Nor would I hang upon my walls
Great pictures, just to show them,
Unless a tot had left a lot
Of finger-marks below them.

I would not like to settle down
Within my old armchair, 
And take my ease, with empty knees —
I want a youngster there. 
Likewise with everything I have,
How incomplete `t would be, 
Unless I had a girl or lad
To share it all with me.

And so I say if I had wealth,
And had a roof above me. 
If I `d a wife to cheer my life,
But had no child to love me,
Then I would search both up and down,
To beg or buy or borrow,
A child to be a part of me —
I `d have one here tomorrow.
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