 | The Poems of Robert Bloomfield |  |
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ON HEARING OF THE TRANSLATION OF PART OF THE FARMER'S BOY INTO LATIN;
BY THE REV. MR. C—
Hey, Giles! in what new garb art dress'd?For Lads like you methinks a bold one;
I'm glad to see thee so caress'd;
But, hark ye!—don't despise your old one.
Thou'rt not the first by many a Boy
Who've found abroad good friends to own'em;
Then, in such Coats have shown their joy,
E'en their own Fathers have not known em.
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