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A Stitch In Time
Mr. Thomas Wood
(1632-1695)
My heart once as light as a feather
Will now, alas, scarce hang together.
O love, thou hast rent it in twain,
Thou hast rent it, thou has rent it,
O love, thou has rent it in twain.
Sweet Jenny, how cans't thou endure it?
Quoth Thomas, I'm ready to cure it.
My needle will stitch it amain,
Will stitch it, will stitch it,
My needle will stitch it amain.
She, yielding with little persuasion,
Young Thomas performed the operation.
She cried, it will do, once again,
It will do, it will do, it will do
Once again.
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