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A Miscellany of Poems

consisting of Original Poems, Translations, Pastorals in the Cumberland Dialect, Familiar Epistles, Fables, Songs, and Epigrams, by the late Reverend Josiah Relph ... With a Preface and a Glossary

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The 8th Ode of Book I. of Horace
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The 8th Ode of Book I. of Horace

imitated in the Cumberland Manner and Dialect.

I

It's wrang indeed now, Jenny, white,
To spoil a lad sae rare;
The gams 'at yence were his delyte,
Peer Jacky minds nae mair.

II

Nae mair he cracks the leave o'th' green,
The cliverest far abuin;

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But lakes at wait-not-whats wuthin,
Aw sunday efter-nuin.

III

Nae mair i'th' nights thro' woods he leads,
To treace the wand'rin brock;
But sits i'th' nuik and nought else heeds,
But Jenny and her rock.

IV

Thus Harculus, 'at (ballats say)
Made parlish monsters stoop,
Flang his great mikle club away,
And tuik a spinnel up.