We dont cry—Tim and I
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We don't cry—Tim and I
We are far too grand
But we bolt the door tight
To prevent a friend

Then we hide our brave face
Deep in our hand
Not to cry—Tim and I
We are far too grand

Nor to dream—he and me
Do we condescend
We just shut our brown eye
To see to the end

Tim—see Cottages
But, Oh, so high!
Then—we shake—Tim and I
And lest I—cry

Tim—reads a little Hymn
And we both pray
Please, Sir, I and Tim
Always lost the way!
We must die—by and by
Clergymen say
Tim—shall—if I—do
I—too—if he

How shall we arrange it
Tim—was—so—shy?
Take us simultaneous—Lord
I—"Tim"—and Me!