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The merry brown hares came leaping	A
Over the crest of the hill	B
Where the clover and corn lay sleeping	A
Under the moonlight still	B
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Leaping late and early	C
Till under their bite and their tread	D
The swedes and the wheat and the barley	C
Lay cankered and trampled and dead	D
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A poacher's widow sat sighing	A
On the side of the white chalk bank	E
Where under the gloomy fir woods	F
One spot in the ley throve rank	E
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She watched a long tuft of clover	G
Where rabbit or hare never ran	H
For its black sour haulm covered over	G
The blood of a murdered man	H
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She thought of the dark plantation	I
And the hares and her husband's blood	J
And the voice of her indignation	I
Rose up to the throne of God	K
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'I am long past wailing and whining	A
I have wept too much in my life	L
I've had twenty years of pining	A
As an English labourer's wife	L
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'A labourer in Christian England	M
Where they cant of a Saviour's name	N
And yet waste men's lives like the vermin's	F
For a few more brace of game	N
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'There's blood on your new foreign shrubs squire	O
There's blood on your pointer's feet	P
There's blood on the game you sell squire	O
And there's blood on the game you eat	P
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'You have sold the labouring man squire	O
Body and soul to shame	N
To pay for your seat in the House squire	O
And to pay for the feed of your game	N
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'You made him a poacher yourself squire	O
When you'd give neither work nor meat	P
And your barley fed hares robbed the garden	I
At our starving children's feet	P
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'When packed in one reeking chamber	G
Man maid mother and little ones lay	Q
While the rain pattered in on the rotting bride bed	D
And the walls let in the day	Q
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'When we lay in the burning fever	G
On the mud of the cold clay floor	R
Till you parted us all for three months squire	O
At the dreary workhouse door	R
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'We quarrelled like brutes and who wonders	F
What self respect could we keep	S
Worse housed than your hacks and your pointers	F
Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep	S
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'Our daughters with base born babies	F
Have wandered away in their shame	N
If your misses had slept squire where they did	T
Your misses might do the same	N
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'Can your lady patch hearts that are breaking	A
With handfuls of coals and rice	F
Or by dealing out flannel and sheeting	A
A little below cost price	F
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'You may tire of the jail and the workhouse	F
And take to allotments and schools	F
But you've run up a debt that will never	G
Be paid us by penny club rules	F
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'In the season of shame and sadness	F
In the dark and dreary day	Q
When scrofula gout and madness	F
Are eating your race away	Q
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'When to kennels and liveried varlets	F
You have cast your daughter's bread	D
And worn out with liquor and harlots	F
Your heir at your feet lies dead	D
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'When your youngest the mealy mouthed rector	G
Lets your soul rot asleep to the grave	U
You will find in your God the protector	G
Of the freeman you fancied your slave '	-
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She looked at the tuft of clover	G
And wept till her heart grew light	V
And at last when her passion was over	G
Went wandering into the night	V
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But the merry brown hares came leaping	A
Over the uplands still	B
Where the clover and corn lay sleeping	A
On the side of the white chalk hill	B
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Eversley	B
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From Yeast	W

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