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 COUSIN LUCRECE

where the curfew

Still, they say, rings,

Time rested long ago,

Folding his wings;

Here, on old Norwich's

Out-along road,

Cousin Lucretia

Had her abode.

Norridge, not Nor-wich

(See Mother Goose),

Good enough English

For a song's use.

Side and roof shingled,

All of a piece,

Here was the cottage

Of Cousin Lucrece.

Living forlornly

On nothing a year, 84