The Wild Goat
O you would clothe me in silken frocks
And house me from the cold,
And bind with bright bands my glossy locks,
And buy me chains of gold;
And give me meekly to do my will
The hapless sons of men:
But the wild goat bounding on the barren hill
Droops in the grassy pen.
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