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Things like these are not for poor lambkins!

See lambs and lambkins sport on every plain!

The maid gave chase, the lambkin ran As only woolly truant can Who never felt a crook; But stayed at length, as if disposed To drink, where tawny sands disclosed The margin of a brook.

They say he is fleet as the wind, excellency, and he is as gentle as a lambkin.

Oh, I was born where waters leaping, Cascade down the green, green hill; Oh, I was born where lambkins bleating, Leap along the clear, clear rill.