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Padraic Colum - Gilderoy
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THE smith who made the manacles,
With bar and bolt, and link and ring,
Sang out above his hearty blows
"I can`t have grief for everything."

As Roger by the rope-walk went
The bramble-bird cheeped up to sing;
He cut the wanted coil, and said
"I can`t have grief for everything."

The lad who came to Ladder Lane,
And saw his hemp-cravat a-string,
"Jack`s doom `s Jill`s dule," he said, "but then,
I can`t have grief for everything."
And I who carried bag and wig,
Looked up and saw him turn and swing;
The dog he gave fixed eyes on me
Can I have grief for everything?
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