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I	A
The train The twleve 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 '	L
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II	A
The key will stammer and the door reply	A
The hall wake yawn and smile the torpid stair	M
Will grumble at our feet the table cry	A
'Fetch my bolongings for me I am bare '	-
A clatter something in the attic falls	N
A ghost has lifted up his robes and fled	I
Then silence very slowly lifts his head	I
The starling with impatient screech has flown	O
The chimney and is watching from the tree	E
They thought us gone for ever mouse alone	O
Stops in the middle of the floor to see	E
Now all you idle things resume your toil	P
Hearth put your flames on Sulky kettle boil	P
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III	A
Contented evening comfortable joys	Q
The snoozing fire and all the fields are still	R
Tranquil delight no purpose and no noise	Q
Unless the slow wind flowing round the hill	R
'Murry' the kettle dozes little mouse	F
Is rambling prudently about the floor	S
There's lovely conversation in this house	F
Words become princes that were slaves before	S
What a sweet atmosphere for you and me	E
The people that have been here left behind	T
Oh but I fear it may turn out to be	E
Built of a dream erected in the mind	T
So if we speak too loud we may awaken	U
To find it vanished and ourselves mistaken	U
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IV	-
Lift up the curtain carefully All the trees	V
Stand in the dark like drowsy sentinels	W
The oak is talkative to night he tells	X
The little bushes crowding at his knees	V
That formidable hard voluminous	Y
History of growth from acord into age	Z
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	A2
Laying and lifting idle streaks of light	B2
O hark was that the monstrous wind so loud	A2
And sudden prowling always through the night	B2
Let down the shaking curtain They are queer	C2
Those foreigners They and we live so near	C2
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V	-
Come come to bed The shadows move about	J
And some one seems to overhear our talk	D2
The fire is low the candles flicker out	J
The ghosts of former tenants want to walk	D2
Already they are shuffling through the gloom	E2
I felt on old man touch my shoulder blade	F2
Once he was married here they love this room	E2
He and his woman and the child they made	F2
Dead dead they are yet some familiar sound	G2
Creeping along the brink of happy life	-
Revives their memory from under ground	G2
The farmer and his troublesome old wife	-
Let us be going as we climb the stairs	H2
They'll sit down in our warm half empty chairs	H2
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VI	-
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	I2
Turn the encumbering shadows tumbling out	J
And fill the chambers with a new desire	I2
Life is no good unless the morning brings	J2
White happiness and quick delight of day	C
These half inanamate domestic things	J2
Must all be useful or must go away	C
Coffee be fragrant Porridge in my plate	K2
Increase the vigour to fulfil my fate	K2
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VII	-
The fresh air moves like water round a boat	L2
The white clouds wander Let us wander too	M2
The whining wavering plover flap and float	L2
That crow is flying after that cuckoo	M2
Look Look They're gone What are the great trees calling	N2
Just come a little farther by that edge	O2
Of green to where the stormy ploughland falling	N2
Wave upon wave is lapping to the hedge	O2
Oh what a lovely bank Give me your hand	P2
Lie down and press your heart against the ground	G2
Let us both listen till we understand	P2
Each through the other every natural sound	G2
I can't hear anything to day can you	M2
But far and near ' Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo '	-
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VIII	-
The everlasting grass how bright how cool	Q2
The day has gone too suddenly too soon	R2
There's something white and shiny in that pool	Q2
Throw in a stone and you will hit the moon	R2
Listen the church bell ringing Do not say	C
We must go back to morrow to our work	S2
We'll tell them we are dead we died to day	C
We're lazy We're too happy We will shirk	S2
We're cows We're kettles We'll be anything	N2
Except the manikins of time and fear	C2
We'll start away to morrow wandering	N2
And nobody will notice in a year	C2
Now the great sun is slipping under ground	G2
Grip firmly How the earth is whirling round	G2
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IX	C
Be staid be careful and be not too free	-
Temptation to enjoy your liberty	-
May rise against you break into a crime	T2
And smash the habit of employing Time	T2
It serves no purpose that the careful clock	U2
Mark the appointment the officious train	V2
Hurry to keep it if the minutes mock	U2
Loud in you ear 'Late Late Late Late again '	-
Week end is very well on Saturday	-
On Monday it's a different affair	M
A little episode a trivial stay	C
In some oblivious spot somehow somewhere	M
On Sunday night we hardly laugh or speak	W2
Week end begins to merges itself in Week	W2
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X	C
Pack up the house and close the creaking door	S
The fields are dull this morning in the rain	V2
It's difficult to leave that homely floor	S
Wave a light hand we will return again	X2
What was that bird Good bye ecstatic tree	-
Floating bursting and breathing on the air	M
The lonely farm is wondering that we	-
Can leave How every window seems to stare	M
That bag is heavy Share it for a bit	Y2
You like that gentle swashing of the ground	G2
As we tread	I
It is over Now we sit	Y2
Reading the morning paper in the sound	G2
Of the debilitating heavy train	V2
London again again London again	X2

Harold Monro

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