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1747
HayTime; or the Constant Lovers. A Pastoral.
[in Relph's Miscellany of Poems above.]
pp. 12-18. h.c.
Mock-eclogue.
A dialogue in the Cumberland dialect between Cursty and Peggy, in which the burlesque element is almost dispelled by kindly sentiment.
But let us rise — the sun's owr Carrack fell,
And luik — whae's yon 'ats walking to the well?
Up, Cursty, up; for God's sake let me gang,
For fear the maister put us in a sang. [Conclusion.]
And luik — whae's yon 'ats walking to the well?
Up, Cursty, up; for God's sake let me gang,
For fear the maister put us in a sang. [Conclusion.]
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