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Away I ran, in this sad fright,
  Fast down the nearest lane;
And then I stopped and looked behind,
  Then screamed, and ran again.

Trembling, at last I reached my home,
  And straight I went to bed,—
But, oh! in such a shocking plight
  That I was almost dead.

No rest nor comfort could I take,
  And not a wink of sleep;
All I could do was toss and turn
  From side to side and weep.

But what was worst of all, mamma,
  I could not say my prayers;
And then I thought my heart would burst,
  For I was drowned in tears.

For sure, I cried, God will not hear
  A child so wicked pray;
I dare not hope he'll let me live
  To see another day.

Thus did I weep till morning dawned,
  And yet found no relief;
For, oh! what comfort can there be
  For such a wicked thief?