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Tied Down? |
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by Edgar Guest |
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"They tie you down," a woman said, |
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Whose cheeks should have been flaming red |
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With shame to speak of children so. |
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"When babies come you cannot go |
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In search of pleasure with your friends, |
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And all your happy wandering ends. |
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The things you like you cannot do, |
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For babies make a slave of you." |
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I looked at her and said: "Tis true |
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That Children make a slave of you, |
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And tie you down with many a knot, |
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But have you never thought to what |
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It is of happiness and pride |
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That little babies have you tied? |
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Do you not miss the greater joys |
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That come with little girls and boys? |
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"They tie you down to laughter rare, |
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To hours of smiles and hours of care, |
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To nights of watching and to fears; |
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Sometimes they tie you down to tears |
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And then repay you with a smile, |
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And make your trouble all worth while. |
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They tie you fast to chubby feet |
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And cheeks of pink and kisses sweet. |
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"They fasten you with cords of love |
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To God divine, who reigns above. |
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They tie you, whereso'er you roam, |
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Unto the little place called home; |
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And over sea or railroad track |
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They tug at you to bring you back. |
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The happiest people in the town |
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Are those the babies have tied down. |
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"Oh, go your selfish way and free |
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But hampered I would rather be, |
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Yes rather than a kingly crown |
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I would be, what you term, tied down; |
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Tied down to dancing eyes and charms, |
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Held fast by chubby, dimpled arms, |
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The fettered slave of girl and boy, |
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And win from them earth's finest joy." |
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