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HE trees have now hid at the edge of the hurst The spot where the ruins decay Of the cottage, where Will of the Woodland was nursed And lived so beloved, till the moment accurst When he went from the woodland away.

Among all the lads of the plough or the fold; Best esteem'd by the sober and good, Was Will of the Woodlands; and often the old Would tell of his frolics, for active and bold Was William the Boy of the wood.