| Nurses SongWhen the voices of children, are heard on the greenAnd whisprings are in the dale:
 The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
 My face turns green and pale.
 Then come home my children, the sun is gone downAnd the dews of night arise
 Your spring & your day, are wasted in play
 And your winter and night in disguise.
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