Tis not great what I solicit
Was it more thou woulds't not miss it
Now the cutting Winter's come
‘Tis but just to find a home
In some shelter dry & warm
That will s[h]ield me from the storm—
Toiling in the naked fields
Where no bush a shelter yields
Needy labour dithering stands
Beats & blows his numbing hands
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