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Bog-land Studies

By J. Barlow: 3rd ed
Barlow, Jane (1857?-1917)

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TH' OULD MASTER
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WALLED OUT
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LAST TIME AT M'GURK'S
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BY THE BOG-HOLE
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PAST PRAYING FOR OR, THE SOUPER'S WIDOW
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MISS HONOR'S WEDDING
  
A CURLEW'S CALL

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But the dhrame I dhreamt that night was as sthrange as sthrange, for thin
I thought I had come to a place whose aquil I never was in,
An' nobody'd tould me 'twas out o' this world, yet as soon as I came
Just o' meself I knew it, as people will in a dhrame.
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An' it looked an iligant counthry, an' all in a glimmerin' green,
The colour o' leaves in the spring, wid a thrimble o' mist between;
An' the smell o' the spring was in it, but the light that sthramed over all
Was liker the shine of a sunset whin leaves are beginnin' to fall.
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