137 lines
4.3 KiB
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137 lines
4.3 KiB
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1816
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A SONG ABOUT MYSELF
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by John Keats
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I.
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There was a naughty boy,
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A naughty boy was he,
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He would not stop at home,
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He could not quiet be-
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He took
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In his knapsack
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A book
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Full of vowels
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And a shirt
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With some towels,
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A slight cap
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For night cap,
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A hair brush,
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Comb ditto,
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New stockings
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For old ones
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Would split O!
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This knapsack
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Tight at's back
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He rivetted close
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And followed his nose
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To the north,
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To the north,
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And follow'd his nose
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To the north.
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II.
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There was a naughty boy
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And a naughty boy was he,
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For nothing would he do
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But scribble poetry-
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He took
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An ink stand
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In his hand
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And a pen
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Big as ten
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In the other,
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And away
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In a pother
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He ran
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To the mountains
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And fountains
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And ghostes
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And postes
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And witches
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And ditches
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And wrote
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In his coat
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When the weather
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Was cool,
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Fear of gout,
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And without
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When the weather
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Was warm-
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Och the charm
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When we choose
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To follow one's nose
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To the north,
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To the north,
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To follow one's nose
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To the north!
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III.
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There was a naughty boy
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And a naughty boy was he,
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He kept little fishes
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In washing tubs three
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In spite
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Of the might
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Of the maid
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Nor afraid
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Of his Granny-good-
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He often would
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Hurly burly
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Get up early
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And go
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By hook or crook
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To the brook
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And bring home
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Miller's thumb,
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Tittlebat
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Not over fat,
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Minnows small
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As the stall
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Of a glove,
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Not above
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The size
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Of a nice
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Little baby's
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Little fingers-
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O he made
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'Twas his trade
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Of fish a pretty kettle
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A kettle-
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A kettle
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Of fish a pretty kettle
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A kettle!
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IV.
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There was a naughty boy,
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And a naughty boy was he,
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He ran away to Scotland
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The people for to see-
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There he found
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That the ground
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Was as hard,
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That a yard
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Was as long,
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That a song
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Was as merry,
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That a cherry
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Was as red,
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That lead
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Was as weighty,
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That fourscore
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Was as eighty,
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That a door
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Was as wooden
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As in England-
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So he stood in his shoes
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And he wonder'd,
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He wonder'd,
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He stood in his
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Shoes and he wonder'd.
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THE END
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