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WEST END FAIR.
Dame Charity one day was tired
With nursing of her children three,
So might you be
If you had nursed and nursed so long
A little squalling throng;—
So she, like any earthly lady,
Resolved for once she'd have a play-day.
With nursing of her children three,
So might you be
If you had nursed and nursed so long
A little squalling throng;—
So she, like any earthly lady,
Resolved for once she'd have a play-day.
"I cannot always go about
To hospitals and prisons trudging,
Or fag from morn to night
Teaching to spell and write
A barefoot rout,
To hospitals and prisons trudging,
Or fag from morn to night
Teaching to spell and write
A barefoot rout,
