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"Laddy, leave your pedant's task,

Rove the world with me.

Fields and towns and pretty lands

Together we would see.

There be workers everywhere,

You would not be missed.

Come, ah come, and take for yours

The mouth you never kissed!"

"Lady, I am fain for play,

So I may not go.

Only those who hate to toil

The true enjoyment know;

But could you love a larrikin

Whose task he'd so resign?"

"Yes!—I'd love a larrikin

If only he were mine."