I have eaten your bread and salt. I have drunk your water and wine. In deaths ye died I have watched beside, And the lives ye led were mine. Was there aught that I did not share In vigil or toil or ease, — One joy or woe that I did not know, Dear hearts across the seas? I have written the tale of our life For a sheltered people`s mirth, In jesting guise — but ye are wise, And ye know what the jest is worth.SourceThe script ran 0.007 seconds.
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