Great tears ran down the Greek man's cheeks,
Great tears of bitter sorrow,
Rewards were vain; they found it not,
Nor on the morrow's morrow.
Days past, there came no news of it;
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But one day unexpected,
When hopes had long been given up,
The thing was resurrected.
A man that drove a two-wheeled cart
Was ushered by a peeler,
Who told how in the old junk-shop
Of this renowned iron dealer
He saw that curious thing of theirs,
And guessed it wasn't his'n,
And so he nabbed the varmint there,
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