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Whether your little hearts were warmed
With sweet humanity.
I'll take your money for this debt,—
And never did I pay
A sum away with such delight,
As I shall do this day.
Come, then, my children, let us go;
It is a bless'd employ
To cheer the widow's heart and fill
The fatherless with joy.
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Oh, do not neglect
Your practice, my dear;
Papa will expect
Some good music to hear;
For he has been absent
Almost a whole year.
