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Oft treat with scorn
Friends country-born,
    And poor relations.

Don't patronize
Thing's so unwise,—
    But should I come
Don't turn away,—
And bid them say
    You're not at home:

No, don't forget
How oft we've met
    In Nurse's arms,
When glad and free,
You crow'd at me,
    And prais'd my charms.