Mama, my head (poor William said)
So very badly aches,
Tell Brother there, I cannot bear
The tiresome noise he makes.
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I'm sure, said John, if I had known,
Dear Brother, you were ill,
I would have read, or drawn, instead,
And have remain'd quite still.
Good boys, said she, O ever be
Thus kind to one another;
I am, my dear, much pleased to hear
Your answer to your Brother.
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