In secret, in silence, and tears.
Mrs. (David) Porter: Thou hast wounded the Spirit.
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Rattle his bones over the stones!
He 's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!
Thomas Noel: The Pauper's Ride.
In the days when we went gypsying
A long time ago;
The lads and lassies in their best
Were dress'd from top to toe.