Wild Flowers - Or, Pastoral and Local Poetry by Robert Bloomfield
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Abner and the Widow Jones, a Familiar Ballad
To My Old Oak Table The Horkey, a Provincial Ballad The Broken Crutch, a Tale Shooter's Hill A Visit to Ranelagh Love of the Country The Woodland Hallo Barnham Water Mary's Evening Sigh Good Tidings; or, News from the Farm ABNER AND THE WIDOW JONES, A Familiar Ballad. Well! I'm determin'd; that's enough:-- Gee, Bayard! move your poor old bones, I'll take to-morrow, smooth or rough, To go and court the Widow Jones. Our master talks of stable-room, And younger horses on his grounds; 'Tis easy to foresee thy doom, Bayard, thou'lt go to feed the hounds. The first Determination. |
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