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I	A
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The train The twelve o'clock for paradise	B
Hurry or it will try to creep away	C
Out in the country every one is wise	D
We can be only wise on Saturday	E
There you are waiting little friendly house	F
Those are your chimney stacks with you between	G
Surrounded by old trees and strolling cows	H
Staring through all your windows at the green	G
Your homely floor is creaking for our tread	I
The smiling tea pot with contented spout	J
Thinks of the boiling water and the bread	I
Longs for the butter All their hands are out	J
To greet us and the gentle blankets seem	K
Purring and crooning 'Lie in us and dream '	-
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II	A
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The key will stammer and the door reply	A
The hall wake yawn and smile the torpid stair	L
Will grumble at our feet the table cry	A
'Fetch my belongings for me I am bare '	-
A clatter Something in the attic falls	M
A ghost has lifted up his robes and fled	I
The loitering shadows move along the walls	M
Then silence very slowly lifts his head	I
The starling with impatient screech has flown	N
The chimney and is watching from the tree	E
They thought us gone for ever mouse alone	N
Stops in the middle of the floor to see	E
Now all you idle things resume your toil	O
Hearth put your flames on Sulky kettle boil	O
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III	A
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Contented evening comfortable joys	P
The snoozing fire and all the fields are still	Q
Tranquil delight no purpose and no noise	P
Unless the slow wind flowing round the hill	Q
'Murry' the kettle dozes little mouse	F
Is rambling prudently about the floor	R
There's lovely conversation in this house	F
Words become princes that were slaves before	R
What a sweet atmosphere for you and me	E
The people that have been here left behind	S
Oh but I fear it may turn out to be	E
Built of a dream erected in the mind	S
So if we speak too loud we may awaken	T
To find it vanished and ourselves mistaken	T
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IV	-
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Lift up the curtain carefully All the trees	U
Stand in the dark like drowsy sentinels	V
The oak is talkative to night he tells	W
The little bushes crowding at his knees	U
That formidable hard voluminous	X
History of growth from acorn into age	Y
They titter like school children they arouse	H
Their comrades who exclaim 'He is very sage '	-
Look how the moon is staring through that cloud	Z
Laying and lifting idle streaks of light	A2
O hark was that the monstrous wind so loud	Z
And sudden prowling always through the night	A2
Let down the shaking curtain They are queer	B2
Those foreigners They and we live so near	B2
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V	-
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Come come to bed The shadows move about	J
And some one seems to overhear our talk	C2
The fire is low the candles flicker out	J
The ghosts of former tenants want to walk	C2
Already they are shuffling through the gloom	D2
I felt an old man touch my shoulder blade	E2
Once he was married here they love this room	D2
He and his woman and the child they made	E2
Dead dead they are yet some familiar sound	F2
Creeping along the brink of happy life	-
Revives their memory from under ground	F2
The farmer and his troublesome old wife	-
Let us be going as we climb the stairs	G2
They'll sit down in our warm half empty chairs	G2
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VI	-
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Morning Wake up Awaken All the boughs	H
Are rippling on the air across the green	G
The youngest birds are singing to the house	F
Blood of the world and is the country clean	G
Disturb the precinct Cool it with a shout	J
Sing as you trundle down to light the fire	H2
Turn the encumbering shadows tumbling out	J
And fill the chambers with a new desire	H2
Life is no good unless the morning brings	I2
White happiness and quick delight of day	C
These half inanimate domestic things	I2
Must all be useful or must go away	C
Coffee be fragrant Porridge in my plate	J2
Increase the vigour to fulfil my fate	J2
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VII	-
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The fresh air moves like water round a boat	K2
The white clouds wander Let us wander too	L2
The whining wavering plover flap and float	K2
That crow is flying after that cuckoo	L2
Look Look They're gone What are the great trees calling	M2
Just come a little farther by that edge	N2
Of green to where the stormy ploughland falling	M2
Wave upon wave is lapping to the hedge	N2
Oh what a lovely bank Give me your hand	O2
Lie down and press your heart against the ground	F2
Let us both listen till we understand	O2
Each through the other every natural sound	F2
I can't hear anything to day can you	L2
But far and near 'Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo '	-
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VIII	-
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The everlasting grass how bright how cool	P2
The day has gone too suddenly too soon	Q2
There's something white and shiny in that pool	P2
Throw in a stone and you will hit the moon	Q2
Listen the church bell ringing Do not say	C
We must go back to morrow to our work	R2
We'll tell them we are dead we died to day	C
We're lazy We're too happy We will shirk	R2
We're cows We're kettles We'll be anything	M2
Except the manikins of time and fear	B2
We'll start away to morrow wandering	M2
And nobody will notice in a year	B2
Now the great sun is slipping under ground	F2
Grip firmly How the earth is whirling round	F2
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IX	C
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Be staid be careful and be not too free	-
Temptation to enjoy your liberty	-
May rise against you break into a crime	S2
And smash the habit of employing Time	S2
It serves no purpose that the careful clock	T2
Mark the appointment the officious train	U2
Hurry to keep it if the minutes mock	T2
Loud in your ear 'Late Late Late Late again '	-
Week end is very well on Saturday	-
On Monday it's a different affair	L
A little episode a trivial stay	C
In some oblivious spot somehow somewhere	L
On Sunday night we hardly laugh or speak	V2
Week end begins to merge itself in Week	V2
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X	C
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Pack up the house and close the creaking door	R
The fields are dull this morning in the rain	U2
It's difficult to leave that homely floor	R
Wave a light hand we will return again	W2
What was that bird Good bye ecstatic tree	-
Floating bursting and breathing on the air	L
The lonely farm is wondering that we	-
Can leave How every window seems to stare	L
That bag is heavy Share it for a bit	X2
You like that gentle swashing of the ground	F2
As we tread	I
It is over Now we sit	X2
Reading the morning paper in the sound	F2
Of the debilitating heavy train	U2
London again again London again	W2

Harold Edward Monro

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