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AN’ my, I’m awful sorry w’en

He told me that. An’ ’en he said

“He’ll be all right by noon.” An’ ’en

He went away. An’ Ma says “Ned,

How do you feel?” An’ ’en, you know,

Since Doctor told me that, somehow,

I’m awful sick a while ago,

But, my! I’m almost well right now!

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OH, there’s never a noise in Nervoustown;

Not the cry of a youngster; and up or down

There’s never a cheer or a whistle shrill;

Just silence, like that of the grave, so still;

The horses trot with a muffled tread,

But the place seems lonesome and drear and dead,

For a cloth-bound head and a nervous frown

Are all you may see in Nervoustown.

Sh-h! you must walk with noiseless tread

For there’s many a hot and aching head;

The doors are closed and the blinds are down,

For it must be dark in Nervoustown.

And you mustn’t whistle or shout or cheer

Or slam the doors! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!

Lest a cloth-bound head and a terrible frown

Poke out at you from Nervoustown.

Oh, there’s never a person there but goes