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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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