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“Come and play with me,” he said;

And I saw his curly head

Peeping thro’ the fence below.

He was four and I was three

And he beckoned unto me

So I could not say him no.

“Come and live with me,” he said;

And I saw his manly head

Where the threads of silver grow.

He was passing forty-three

And he pleaded long with me

So I could not say him no.