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THE ONE WHO STAYEDYou should have heard the old men cry,You should have heard the biddiesWhen that sad stranger raised his fluteAnd piped away the kiddies.Katy, Tommy, Meg and BobFollowed, skipped gaily,Red-haired Ruth, my brother Rob,And little crippled Bailey,John and Nils and Cousin Claire,Dancin’, spinnin’, turnin’,’Cross the hills to God knows where-They never came returnin’.’Cross the hills to God knows whereThe piper pranced, a leadin’Each child in Hamlin Town but me,And I stayed home unheedin’.My papa says that I was blestFor if that music found me,I’d be witch-cast like all the rest.This town grows old around me.I cannot say I did not hearThat sound so haunting hollow-I heard, I heard, I heard it clear…I was afraid to follow.
