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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Answer 1st from Kate
Richard
You sent your letter rightIt came 'an' pat' on friday night
Brought by Farmers servant ‘Hobbs’
Who always does the Market jobs
As luck wou'd have it he came by
Our Lee close where the cows all lye
He soon see me tho getting late
And rode plump up before the gate
His comeing thus supprisd me quite
And set my very hair upright
I'd lik'd to faint; til he cry'd out
‘Hoi dont be frighted I'm no scout’
‘Ive summot here ya'l not refuse’
‘Fur if I'm right its gooder news’
Well more good news I says the better
Whi' that he pulled out a Letter
Is't mine ‘ah to be sur'’ he said
And whats the seal then Black or red
This I ask'd quickly, tho' unwilling
The very thoughts o' 't turn'd me chilling
For if the seal had not been red
I shou'd have thought some friend were dead
But soon the fancying terror fled
When I look'd on't and see it red
‘Hoi hoi’ Hobs says ‘Ya needn't squint’
‘Ther's nothing but good luving in't’
‘It cum's from sum' fine chap or uther’
Well never mind 'bout this or t'ot[h]er
Whats in't I says is nought to you
So I paid post and bid him go
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