The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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[Closly confind among humdruming wheels]
Closly confind among humdruming wheels
Wi surly old mother & grumping old gran
If I tek a step out why theyr close at one[s] heels
For fear I shoud stan in the way of a man
Wi surly old mother & grumping old gran
If I tek a step out why theyr close at one[s] heels
For fear I shoud stan in the way of a man
Where are ye going now high the winds blowing
& night creeps apase on yer dark gloomy road
What do ye seek for I long to be knowing
Taent fit sich a young thing shoud wander abroad
Confind all the day to my humdruming wheel
Not even alowd to peep ater a man
I put on my bonnet & out I did steal
From sour scolding mamy & old grumping gran
& what do ye mean then my young roving lilly
& who do ye seek then my dew dropping rose
If yell take a walk wi yer wife wanting billy
Ill near do a harm to yer person or clo'hs
& night creeps apase on yer dark gloomy road
What do ye seek for I long to be knowing
Taent fit sich a young thing shoud wander abroad
Confind all the day to my humdruming wheel
Not even alowd to peep ater a man
I put on my bonnet & out I did steal
From sour scolding mamy & old grumping gran
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& who do ye seek then my dew dropping rose
If yell take a walk wi yer wife wanting billy
Ill near do a harm to yer person or clo'hs
| The early poems of John Clare | |