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I	A
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Oh for a field my friend oh for a field	B
I ask no more	C
Than one plain field shut in by hedgerows four	C
Contentment sweet to yield	B
For I am not fastidious	D
And with a proud demeanour I	A
Will not affect invidious	D
Distinctions about scenery	E
I sigh not for the fir trees where they rise	F
Against Italian skies	F
Swiss lakes or Scottish heather	G
Set off with glorious weather	G
Such sights as these	H
The most exacting please	H
But I lone wanderer in London streets	I
Where every face one meets	I
Is full of care	J
And seems to wear	J
A troubled air	J
Of being late for some affair	J
Of life or death thus I ev'n I	A
Long for a field of grass flat square and green	K
Thick hedges set between	K
Without or house or bield	B
A sense of quietude to yield	B
And heave my longing sigh	A
Oh for a field my friend oh for a field	B
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II	A
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For here the loud streets roar themselves to rest	B
With hoarseness every night	B
And greet returning light	B
With noise and roar renewed with greater zest	B
Where'er I go	L
Full well I know	L
The eternal grinding wheels will never cease	M
There is no place of peace	M
Rumbling roaring and rushing	N
Hurrying crowding and crushing	N
Noise and confusion and worry and fret	B
From early morning to late sunset	B
Ah me but when shall I respite get	B
What cave can hide me or what covert shield	B
So still I sigh	A
And raise my cry	A
Oh for a field my friend oh for a field	B
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III	A
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Oh for a field where all concealed	B
From this life's fret and noise	O
I sip delights from rural sights	P
And simple rustic joys	O
Where stretching forth my limbs at rest	B
I lie and think what likes me best	B
Or stroll about where'er I list	B
Nor fear to be run over	G
By sheep contented to exist	B
Only on grass and clover	G
In town as through the throng I steer	Q
Confiding in the Muses	R
My finest thoughts are drowned in fear	Q
Of cabs and omnibuses	R
I dream I'm on Parnassus hill	S
With laurels whispering o'er me	E
When suddenly I feel a chill	S
What was it passed before me	E
A lady bowed her gracious head	B
From yonder natty brougham	T
The windows were as dull as lead	B
I didn't know her through them	U
She'll say I saw her cut her dead	B
I've lost my opportunity	E
I take my hat off when she's fled	B
And bow to the community	E
Or sometimes comes a hansom cab	V
Just as I near the crossing	N
The cabby gives his reins a grab	V
The steed is wildly tossing	N
Me haply fleeing from his horse	W
He greets with language somewhat coarse	W
To which there's no replying	N
A brewer's dray comes down that way	X
And simply sends me flying	N
I try the quiet streets but there	J
I find an all pervading air	J
Of death in life which my despair	J
In no degree diminishes	Y
Then homewards wend my weary way	X
And read dry law books as I may	X
No solace will they yield	B
And so the sad day finishes	Y
With one long sigh and yearning cry	A
Oh for a field my friend oh for a field	B
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IV	A
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The fields are bright and all bedight	B
With buttercups and daisies	H
Oh how I long to quit the throng	Z
Of human forms and faces	R
The vain delights the empty shows	A2
The toil and care bewild'rin'	L
To feel once more the sweet repose	A2
Calm Nature gives her children	L
At times the thrush shall sing and hush	B2
The twitt'ring yellow hammer	G
The blackbird fluster from the bush	C2
With panic stricken clamour	G
The finch in thistles hide from sight	B
And snap the seeds and toss 'em	T
The blue tit hop with pert delight	B
About the crab tree blossom	T
The homely robin shall draw near	G
And sing a song most tender	G
The black cap whistle soft and clear	G
Swayed on a twig top slender	G
The weasel from the hedge row creep	D2
So crafty and so cruel	E2
The rabbit from the tussock leap	D2
And splash the frosty jewel	E2
I care not what the season be	E
Spring summer autumn winter	G
In morning sweet or noon day heat	B
Or when the moonbeams glint or	G
When rosy beams and fiery gleams	F2
And floods of golden yellow	L
Proclaim the sweetest hour of all	G2
The evening mild and mellow	L
There though the spring shall backward keep	D2
And loud the March winds bluster	G
The white anemone shall peep	D2
Through loveliest leaves in cluster	G
There primrose pale or violet blue	H2
Shall gleam between the grasses	R
And stitchwort white fling starry light	B
And blue bells blaze in masses	R
As summer grows and spring time goes	A2
O'er all the hedge shall ramble	E2
The woodbine and the wilding rose	A2
And blossoms of the bramble	E2
When autumn comes the leafy ways	I2
To red and yellow turning	N
With hips and haws the hedge shall blaze	I2
And scarlet briony burning	N
When winter reigns and sheets of snow	L
The flowers and grass lie under	G
The sparkling hoar frost yet shall show	L
A world of fairy wonder	G
To me more dear such scenes appear	G
Than this eternal racket	B
No longer will I fret and fag	J2
Hey call a cab bring down my bag	J2
And help me quick to pack it	B
For here one must go where every one goes	A2
And meet shoals of people whom one never knows	A2
Till it makes a poor fellow dyspeptic	K2
And the world wags along with its sorrows and shows	A2
And will do just the same when I'm dead I suppose	A2
And I'm rapidly growing a sceptic	K2
For its oh alas well a day and a lack	K2
I've a pain in my head and an ache in my back	K2
A terrible cold that makes me shiver	G
And a general sense of a dried up liver	G
And I feel I can hardly bear it	B
And it's oh for a field with four hedgerows	A2
And the bliss which comes from an hour's repose	A2
And a true true friend to share it	B

Horace Smith

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