Crying hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo,

Hoo, hoo, hoo, my feet are cold.

Pity me, for here you see me

Persecuted, poor, and old.

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THE WATER-OUSEL

Where on the wrinkled stream the willows lean,

And fling a very ecstasy of green

Down the dim crystal; and the chestnut tree