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![]() Mother's right, for sure enough Here's the dustman, strong and bluff. "Dust ho! dust ho!" hear his cry, As the dust-cart rumbles by.
The dustman home is going soon,
For there you see the rising moon.
And sleepy Claire, in cot so white,
Thinks that his cry must mean "Good Night."
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