A Sensation Novel - No. 11a

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The Foundling
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Alice.
	No father's care That I'm aware
		Have I been cherished by;
	No mother's smile Did e'er beguile
		My joyous infancy, My joyous infancy.
	That I'm alive, And grow and thrive,
		I know indeed full well,
	But how, alas! it came to pass
		I cannot, cannot tell.
	No father's care That I'm aware
		Have I been cherished by;
	No mother's smile Did e'er beguile
		My joyous infancy, My joyous infancy.

The Foundling

A father's pinch Might make me flinch,
	As you're no doubt aware;
A mother's tweak Upon the cheek
	Is very hard to bear, Is very hard to bear;
But harder yet To owe a debt
	To no progenitor,
I would die Content, if I
	Could be accounted for.
No father's care That I'm aware
	Have I been cherished by;
No mother's smile Did e'er beguile
	My joyous infancy, My joyous infancy.

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