Wild Flowers - Or, Pastoral and Local Poetry by Robert Bloomfield
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"As they stood hallooing back to back, "We, lightly as a feather, "Went sideling round, and in a crack "Had pinn'd their coats together. "'Twas near upon't as light as noon; "'_A largess_,' on the hill, "They shouted to the full round moon, "I think I hear 'em still! "But when they found the trick, my stars! "They well knew who to blame, "Our giggles turn'd to ha, ha, ha's, "And _arter_ us they came. "Grace by the tumbril made a squat, "Then ran as Sam came by, "They said she could not run for fat; "_I know_ she did not try. "Sue round the _neathouse_[Footnote: Cow-house.] squalling ran, "Where Simon scarcely dare; "He stopt,--for he's a fearful man-- "'_By gom_ there's _suffen_[Footnote: Something.] there!' "And off set John, with all his might, "To chase me down the yard, "Till I was nearly _gran'd_[Footnote: Strangled.] outright; "He hugg'd so woundly hard. |
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