Wild Flowers - Or, Pastoral and Local Poetry by Robert Bloomfield
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"It smok'd, and smok'd, beneath his nose, "The harmless blaze crept higher; "Till with a vengeance up he rose, "Grace, Judie, Sue! fire, fire! "The clock struck one--some talk'd of parting, "Some said it was a sin, "And _kilch'd_ their chairs;--but those for starting "Now let the moonlight in. "_Owd_ women, loitering _for the nonce_,[Footnote: For the purpose.] "Stood praising the fine weather; "The menfolks took the hint at once "To kiss them altogether. "And out ran every soul beside, "A _shanny-pated_[Footnote: Giddy, thoughtless.] crew; "_Owd_ folks could neither run nor hide, "So some _ketch'd_ one, some _tew_. "They _skriggl'd_[Footnote: To struggle quick.] and began to scold. "But laughing got the master; "Some _quack'ling_[Footnote: Choaking.] cried, 'let go your hold;' "The farmers held the faster. "All innocent, that I'll be sworn, "There wor'nt a bit of sorrow, "And women, if their gowns _are_ torn, "Can mend them on the morrow. |
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