The Tower of St. Maur
"Where's my little son, Nourrice,
And whither is he gone?
The youngest son of all I have,
He should not gang alone."
"The child is safe enough, lady ;
He's barely gone an hour :
He's gone to see the mason-men,
Are building at the tower."
"You should have kept him here, Nourrice,
If I was sleeping then—
He's over young to gang alone
Among the mason-men."
"Lie still, lie still, my sweet lady.
There's nought to sorrow for;
The child is safe enough, I think,
I' the keeping of St. Maur!"
An hour's gone by, an hour or two.
And still they're out-of-door—
"I wish they'd come at last, Nourrice,
My heart is sick and sore."
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