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But his owner arriving, just at the last push, Gave me the pigs bristles to make me a brush. Say why should our nobles abroad ever roam In search of wild boars when we've such pigs at home?

birds were singing sweetly,
 * Wild flowers were blooming gay,

When I lost my heart completely
 * In the merry month of May.

'Twas morn when thirsty Nature
 * Was busy drinking dew,

When fair in form and feature,
 * Dear Kate first met my view.

Her steps had fairy lightness,
 * Her hair was raven dark,

And from her eyes of brightness,
 * Shone forth the soul-lit spark.

From this cold world thou 'rt vanished,
 * Yet memory's self must fail,

Ere thy lov'd form be banished,
 * Sweet Kate of Norton Vale.
 * Sweet Kate, Sweet Kate of Norton Vale.