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From Ockinton, fam'd for its sweet little mutton,
At length, with a pair of lame horses, we put on;
Till, greatly exhausted, we view'd thy hoar ruin,
Dunheved! as round thee a tempest was brewing;
And, afterwards, saw the folks lounging at Bodmin,
So sluggish, we christen'd them all, hodmandod-men;
And, eastward of Truro, drove in, to survey
The home where I frolick'd, when childhood was gay.
At length, with a pair of lame horses, we put on;
Till, greatly exhausted, we view'd thy hoar ruin,
Dunheved! as round thee a tempest was brewing;
And, afterwards, saw the folks lounging at Bodmin,
So sluggish, we christen'd them all, hodmandod-men;
And, eastward of Truro, drove in, to survey
The home where I frolick'd, when childhood was gay.
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