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67 The FEMALE VAGRANT.

By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood,

(The Woman thus her artless story told)

One field, a flock, and what the neighbouring flood

Supplied, to him were more than mines of gold.

Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll'd:

With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore

My father's nets, or from the mountain fold

Saw on the distant lake his twinkling oar

Or watch'd his lazy boat still less'ning more and more.