8 The former he had gone away To distant fields, to work that day, And with him went his faithful Tray. So o’er the garden fence they stepp’d, Where nought appear’d to intercept, And towards the peach-tree slily crept. Among them Willy was the first; He led the way ; no other durst: And therefore Willy was the worst. He fill’d his pockets with the fruit, And had some in his hat to boot. O wicked boy ! ho v could he do’t ? God saidof old,“Thoushalt not steal;” And they that do must always feel A guilt they can’t from him conceal.
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