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Jenny, remarked he to his tiny wife, when the cottage song was done,
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Master George is at the open window, the beautiful day has stirred his heart, and he has sung happily and well.
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Yes, said Jenny,
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It is always happy,
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True, said Jenny,
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Well, be it so, we won't differ, dear.
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That is right, dear husband, we must show a good example to our children;
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There is only one thing that makes me anxious in this glad world,
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What is it husband?
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I am afraid of that snake I saw gliding outside and round the fence yesterday.
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Ah, yes, replied the little mother,
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I trust not, said Richard;
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Aren't guns wonderful things, husband? How they blow out fire and smoke, and what a deafening noise they make!
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They are indeed wonderful, Jenny; but aren't they fearful? Do you remember how the poor hare fell, although it was far away from the gun and running like a railway train?
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I do, Richard; it tumbled over just as the fire burst out, and there was such a big blood spot on its side. Oh, guns are dreadful things.
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They are, Jenny, and we ought to be thankful that nobody around this garden uses them,
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Isn't Master George a fine boy?
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He is; he wouldn't hurt a fly--that is, pull off its legs and then its head and torment it, as wicked youngsters do.
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I love to see him in the garden, said Jenny;
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Yes, we know our friends, chimed in Richard,
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Sing me another song, Richard; I never tire of hearing your voice. Sing out, dear, with all your might, and make every one happy far and near.