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WERE sweet to have a comrade here, Who'd vow to love this garreteer, By city people's snap and sneer Tried oft and hard!

We'd rove a truant cock and hen To some snug solitary glen, And never be seen to haunt again This teeming yard.

Within a cot of thatch and clay We'd list the flitting pipers play, Our lives a twine of good and gay Enwreathed discreetly;

Our blithest deeds so neighbouring wise That doves should coo in soft surprise, "These must belong to Paradise Who live so sweetly."