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At hawthorn time in Wiltshire travelling	A
In search of something chance would never bring	A
An old man's face by life and weather cut	B
And coloured rough brown sweet as any nut	B
A land face sea blue eyed hung in my mind	C
When I had left him many a mile behind	C
All he said was 'Nobody can't stop 'ee It's	D
A footpath right enough You see those bits	D
Of mounds that's where they opened up the barrows	E
Sixty years since while I was scaring sparrows	E
They thought as there was something to find there	F
But couldn't find it by digging anywhere '	G
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To turn back then and seek him where was the use	H
There were three Manningfords Abbots Bohun and Bruce	H
And whether Alton not Manningford it was	I
My memory could not decide because	J
There was both Alton Barnes and Alton Priors	K
All had their churches graveyards farms and byres	K
Lurking to one side up the paths and lanes	K
Seldom well seen except by aeroplanes	K
And when bells rang or pigs squealed or cocks crowed	L
Then only heard Ages ago the road	L
Approached The people stood and looked and turned	M
Nor asked it to come nearer nor yet learned	M
To move out there and dwell in all men's dust	N
And yet withal they shot the weathercock just	N
Because 'twas he crowed out of tune they said	O
So now the copper weathercock is dead	O
If they had reaped their dandelions and sold	P
Them fairly they could have afforded gold	P
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Many years passed and I went back again	Q
Among those villages and looked for men	Q
Who might have known my ancient He himself	R
Had long been dead or laid upon the shelf	R
I thought One man I asked about him roared	S
At my description ' 'Tis old Bottlesford	S
He means Bill ' But another said 'Of course	K
It was Jack Button up at the White Horse	K
He's dead sir these three years ' This lasted till	T
A girl proposed Walker of Walker's Hill	T
'Old Adam Walker Adam's Point you'll see	K
Marked on the maps '	-
'That was her roguery '	-
The next man said He was a squire's son	U
Who loved wild bird and beast and dog and gun	U
For killing them He had loved them from his birth	V
One with another as he loved the earth	V
'The man may be like Button or Walker or	W
Like Bottlesford that you want but far more	W
He sounds like one I saw when I was a child	S
I could almost swear to him The man was wild	S
And wandered His home was where he was free	K
Everybody has met one such man as he	K
Does he keep clear old paths that no one uses	K
But once a lifetime when he loves or muses	K
He is English as this gate these flowers this mire	X
And when at eight years old Lob lie by the fire	Y
Came in my books this was the man I saw	K
He has been in England as long as dove and daw	K
Calling the wild cherry tree the merry tree	K
The rose campion Bridget in her bravery	K
And in a tender mood he as I guess	K
Christened one flower Love in idleness	K
And while he walked from Exeter to Leeds	K
One April called all cuckoo flowers Milkmaids	K
From him old herbal Gerard learnt as a boy	Z
To name wild clematis the Traveller's joy	Z
Our blackbirds sang no English till his ear	A2
Told him they called his Jan Toy 'Pretty dear'	A2
She was Jan Toy the Lucky who having lost	S
A shilling and found a penny loaf rejoiced	S
For reasons of his own to him the wren	Q
Is Jenny Pooter Before all other men	Q
'Twas he first called the Hog's Back the Hog's Back	B2
That Mother Dunch's Buttocks should not lack	B2
Their name was his care He too could explain	C2
Totteridge and Totterdown and Juggler's Lane	C2
He knows if anyone Why Tumbling Bay	D2
Inland in Kent is called so he might say	D2
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'But little he says compared with what he does	K
If ever a sage troubles him he will buzz	K
Like a beehive to conclude the tedious fray	D2
And the sage who knows all languages runs away	D2
Yet Lob has thirteen hundred names for a fool	E2
And though he never could spare time for school	E2
To unteach what the fox so well expressed	S
On biting the cock's head off Quietness is best	S
He can talk quite as well as anyone	U
After his thinking is forgot and done	U
He first of all told someone else's wife	F2
For a farthing she'd skin a flint and spoil a knife	F2
Worth sixpence skinning it She heard him speak	G2
'She had a face as long as a wet week'	G2
Said he telling the tale in after years	K
With blue smock and with gold rings in his ears	K
Sometimes he is a pedlar not too poor	A2
To keep his wit This is tall Tom that bore	A2
The logs in and with Shakespeare in the hall	H2
Once talked when icicles hung by the wall	H2
As Herne the Hunter he has known hard times	K
On sleepless nights he made up weather rhymes	K
Which others spoilt And Hob being then his name	I2
He kept the hog that thought the butcher came	I2
To bring his breakfast 'You thought wrong' said Hob	J2
When there were kings in Kent this very Lob	J2
Whose sheep grew fat and he himself grew merry	A2
Wedded the king's daughter of Canterbury	A2
For he alone unlike squire lord and king	G2
Watched a night by her without slumbering	G2
He kept both waking When he was but a lad	S
He won a rich man's heiress deaf dumb and sad	S
By rousing her to laugh at him He carried	S
His donkey on his back So they were married	S
And while he was a little cobbler's boy	Z
He tricked the giant coming to destroy	Z
Shrewsbury by flood 'And how far is it yet '	-
The giant asked in passing 'I forget	S
But see these shoes I've worn out on the road	S
and we're not there yet ' He emptied out his load	S
Of shoes for mending The giant let fall from his spade	S
The earth for damming Severn and thus made	S
The Wrekin hill and little Ercall hill	T
Rose where the giant scraped his boots While still	T
So young our Jack was chief of Gotham's sages	K
But long before he could have been wise ages	K
Earlier than this while he grew thick and strong	G2
And ate his bacon or at times sang a song	G2
And merely smelt it as Jack the giant killer	A2
He made a name He too ground up the miller	A2
The Yorkshireman who ground men's bones for flour	A2
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Do you believe Jack dead before his hour	A2
Or that his name is Walker or Bottlesford	S
Or Button a mere clown or squire or lord	S
The man you saw Lob lie by the fire Jack Cade	S
Jack Smith Jack Moon poor Jack of every trade	S
Young Jack or old Jack or Jack What d'ye call	H2
Jack in the hedge or Robin run by the wall	H2
Robin Hood Ragged Robin lazy Bob	J2
One of the lords of No Man's Land good Lob	J2
Although he was seen dying at Waterloo	K2
Hastings Agincourt and Sedgemoor too	K2
Lives yet He never will admit he is dead	S
Till millers cease to grind men's bones for bread	S
Not till our weathercock crows once again	Q
And I remove my house out of the lane	C2
On to the road ' With this he disappeared	S
In hazel and thorn tangled with old man's beard	S
But one glimpse of his back as there he stood	S
Choosing his way proved him of old Jack's blood	S
Young Jack perhaps and now a Wiltshireman	C2
As he has oft been since his days began	C2

Edward Thomas

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