Say, lad, have you things to do?
Send me now, and I shall go;
Ere the wholesome flesh decay,
Quick then, while your day's
at prime.
Quick, and if 'tis work for two,
Here am I, man: now's your time.
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
'No, my lad, I cannot come.'
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