The later poems of John Clare 1837-1864 ... General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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[A Shepherd from the mountain braes]
A Shepherd from the mountain braes
He wooed a Scottish Lassie
& often went in Sunday clae's
& led her down the causae
He had a bield the hills upon
& there he lived a lodger
But bye & bye the wars cam' on
& teuk him for a sodger
He wooed a Scottish Lassie
& often went in Sunday clae's
& led her down the causae
He had a bield the hills upon
& there he lived a lodger
But bye & bye the wars cam' on
& teuk him for a sodger
When luv' was young then luv was shoy
They ainly walked the street
When luv grew old—then luv' was joy
They would on mountains meet
The Hut she sat beside him there
Where he was natures lodger
Till wild wars drave her to despair
& took him for a sodger
They ainly walked the street
When luv grew old—then luv' was joy
They would on mountains meet
The Hut she sat beside him there
Where he was natures lodger
Till wild wars drave her to despair
& took him for a sodger
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& when the colours graced his hat
She scarce dare turn her eye
Her kerchief hid her while she sat
But mony heard the sigh
She pue'd the heather on the brae
Where he lived natures lodger
They pue'd together mony a day
Ere he teuk on a sodger
She scarce dare turn her eye
Her kerchief hid her while she sat
But mony heard the sigh
She pue'd the heather on the brae
Where he lived natures lodger
They pue'd together mony a day
Ere he teuk on a sodger
& many a year has come & gane
Sin' nature luked sae cheery
But place's they went one tho' twain
Are lost & leuk sae dreary
The Hut it stan's upo' the hill
Where he lived natures lodger
And marry yet she never will
She cant forget the sodger
Sin' nature luked sae cheery
But place's they went one tho' twain
Are lost & leuk sae dreary
The Hut it stan's upo' the hill
Where he lived natures lodger
And marry yet she never will
She cant forget the sodger
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