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My brother Jack was nine in May, And I was eight on New-Year's Day; So in Kate Wilson's shop Papa (he's my Papa and Jack's) Bought me, last week, a doll of wax, And brother Jack a top. Jack's in the pouts, and this it isHe thinks mine came to more than his, So to my drawer he goes, Takes out my doll, and, 0 my stars! He pokes her head between the bars, And melts off half her nose! 3