As I gird on for fighting
My sword upon my thigh,
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Oh hard is the bed they have made him,
And common the blanket and cheap;
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Yonder see the morning blink:
The sun is up, and up must I,
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ALONG the field as we came by
A year ago, my love and I,
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As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran, changing sky and shire,
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Because I liked you better
Than suits a man to say,
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Horace, Odes, iv, 7
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws
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The shades of night were falling fast
And the rain was falling faster,
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Farewell to barn and stack and tree, Farewell to Severn shore.
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CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots
Head of a trave
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The vane on Hughley steeple
Veers bright, a far-known sign,
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I hoed and trenched and weeded,
And took the flowers to fair:
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If in that Syrian garden, ages slain,
You sleep, and know not you are dead in vain,
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From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
The shires have seen it plain,
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If by chance your eye offend you,
Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
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When Israel out of Egypt came
Safe in the sea they trod;
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For these of old the trader
Unpearled the Indian seas,
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When Adam walked in Eden young,
Happy, 'tis writ, was he,
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Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun,
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Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
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"Is my team ploughing,
That I was used to drive
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It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows above,
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It is no gift I tender,
A loan is all I can;
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Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
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On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
The sheep beside me graze;
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The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers
Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away,
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When the bells justle in the tower
The hollow night amid,
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Far in a western brookland
That bred me long ago
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Loitering with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
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