Wild Flowers; or, Pastoral and Local PoetryBloomfield, Robert
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Wild Flowers; or, Pastoral and Local Poetry
Bloomfield, Robert
Pastoral poetry, English
"Bump in his hat the shillings tumbl'd
"All round among the folks;
"'Laugh if you wool,' said Sam, and mumbl'd,
"'You pay for all your jokes.'
"Joint stock you know among the men,
"To drink at their own charges;
"So up they got full drive, and then
"Went out to _halloo largess_.[Footnote: See advertisement.]
"And sure enough the noise they made!!--
--"But let me mind my tale;
"We follow'd them, we wor'nt afraid,
"We'ad all been drinking ale.
"As they stood hallooing back to back,
"We, lightly as a feather,
"Went sideling round, and in a crack
"Had pinn'd their coats together.
"'Twas near upon't as light as noon;
"'_A largess_,' on the hill,
"They shouted to the full round moon,
"I think I hear 'em still!
"But when they found the trick, my stars!
"They well knew who to blame,
"Our giggles turn'd to ha, ha, ha's,
"And _arter_ us they came.
"Grace by the tumbril made a squat,
"Then ran as Sam came by,
"They said she could not run for fat;
"_I know_ she did not try.
"Sue round the _neathouse_[Footnote: Cow-house.] squalling ran,
"Where Simon scarcely dare;
"He stopt,--for he's a fearful man--
"'_By gom_ there's _suffen_[Footnote: Something.] there!'
"And off set John, with all his might,
"To chase me down the yard,
"Till I was nearly _gran'd_[Footnote: Strangled.] outright;
"He hugg'd so woundly hard.
"Still they kept up the race and laugh,
"And round the house we flew;
"But hark ye! the best fun by half
"Was Simon _arter_ Sue.
"She car'd not, dark nor light, not she,
"So, near the dairy door
"She pass'd a clean white hog, you see,
"They'd _kilt_ the day before.
"High on the spirket [Footnote: An iron hook.] there it hung,--
"'Now Susie--what can save ye?'
"Round the cold pig his arms he flung,
"And cried, 'Ah! here I have ye!'
"The farmers heard what Simon said,
"And what a noise! good lack!
"Some almost laugh'd themselves _to dead_,
"And others clapt his back.
"We all at once began to tell
"What fun we had abroad;
"But Simon stood our jeers right well;
--"He fell asleep and snor'd.
"Then in his button-hole upright,
"Did Farmer Crouder put,
"A slip of paper twisted tight,
"And held the candle _to't_.
"It smok'd, and smok'd, beneath his nose,
"The harmless blaze crept higher;
"Till with a vengeance up he rose,
"Grace, Judie, Sue! fire, fire!
"The clock struck one--some talk'd of parting,
"Some said it was a sin,
"And _kilch'd_ their chairs;--but those for starting
"Now let the moonlight in.
"_Owd_ women, loitering _for the nonce_,[Footnote: For the purpose.]
"Stood praising the fine weather;
"The menfolks took the hint at once
"To kiss them altogether.
"And out ran every soul beside,
"A _shanny-pated_[Footnote: Giddy, thoughtless.] crew;
"_Owd_ folks could neither run nor hide,
"So some _ketch'd_ one, some _tew_.
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