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Louisa May Alcott - Bide A Wee
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`The puir auld folk at home, ye mind,
        Are frail and failing sair;
        And weel I ken they`d miss me, lad,
        Gin I come hame nae mair.
        The grist is out, the times are hard,
        The kine are only three;
        I canna leave the auld folk now.
        We`d better bide a wee.


        `I fear me sair they`re failing baith;
        For when I sit apart,
        They talk o` Heaven so earnestly,
        It well nigh breaks my heart.
        So, laddie, dinna urge me now,
        It surely winna be;
        I canna leave the auld folk yet.
        We`d better bide a wee.`
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