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We were very tired, we were very merry— We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable— But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon; And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon. We were very tired, we were very merry— We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry; And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear, From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere; And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold. We were very tired, we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl- covered head, And bought a morning paper which neither of us read; And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and pears, and we gave her all our money but our subway fares.
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Merry Christmases e thank you for the beautiful poem.
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Happy holidays to you!
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Why have I never seen that poem before? Thank you.
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