They let my brother go where fancy led;
They gave, to me, a little house to sleep.
"He's like his restless dad," they always said,
While I had hens to feed and bees to keep.
Through all the years I played a quiet part
In that small town with all its rigid bans;
While all my brother's letters hurt my heart
With talk of ships and roving caravans.
They gave, to me, a little house to sleep.
"He's like his restless dad," they always said,
While I had hens to feed and bees to keep.
Through all the years I played a quiet part
In that small town with all its rigid bans;
While all my brother's letters hurt my heart
With talk of ships and roving caravans.
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