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father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree And waster than a warren: Yet say the neighbours when they call. It is not bad but good land, And in it is the germ of all That grows within the woodland.

O had I lived when song was great In days of old Amphion, And ta'en my fiddle to the gate, Nor cared for seed or scion!