Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses by Thomas Hardy
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page 83 of 158 (52%)
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'Tis "purrity dare!" in treeland there
When songsters would beguile. Well: I'll say what the listening birds Say, hearing "pret-ty de-urr!" - However strangers sound such words, That's how we sound them here. Yes, in this clime at pairing time, As soon as eyes can see her At dawn of day, the proper way To call is "pret-ty de-urr!" JULIE-JANE Sing; how 'a would sing! How 'a would raise the tune When we rode in the waggon from harvesting By the light o' the moon! Dance; how 'a would dance! If a fiddlestring did but sound She would hold out her coats, give a slanting glance, And go round and round. Laugh; how 'a would laugh! |
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