Preludes To A Penny Reading Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A Schoolroom	A
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SCHOOLMASTER not certificated VICAR and CHILD	B
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VICAR Why did you send for me I hope all's right	C
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Schoolmaster Well sir we thought this end o' the room was dark	D
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V Indeed So 't is There's my new study lamp	E
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S 'T would stand sir well beside yon laurel wreath	F
Shall I go fetch it	G
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V Do we must not fail	H
Bring candles also	I
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Exit Schoolmaster Vicar arranges chairs	J
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Now small six years old	K
And why may you be here	L
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Child I'm helping father	M
But father why d'you take such pains	N
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V Sweet soul	O
That's what I'm for	P
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C What and for nothing else	Q
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V Yes I'm to bring thee up to be a man	R
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C And what am I for	P
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V There I'm busy now	S
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C Am I to bring you up to be a child	B
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V Perhaps Indeed I have heard it said thou art	T
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C Then when may I begin	U
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V I'm busy I say	V
Begin to morrow an thou canst my son	W
And mind to do it well	X
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Exit Vicar and Child	B
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Enter a group of women and some children	W
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Mrs Thorpe Fine lot o' lights	Y
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Mrs Jillifer Should be Would folk put on their Sunday best I' the week unless they looked to have it seen	Z
What you here neighbour	P
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Mrs Smith Ay you may say that	A2
Old Madam called said she 'My son would feel	B2
So sorry if you did not come ' and slipped	C2
The penny in my hand she did said I	D2
'Ma'am that's not it In short some say your last	E2
Was worth the penny and more I know a man	R
A sober man who said and stuck to it	G
Worth a good twopence But I'm strange I'm shy '	-
'We hope you'll come for once ' said she In short	F2
I said I would to oblige 'em	G2
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Mrs Green Ah 't was well	X
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Mrs S But I feel strange and music gets i' my throat	H2
It always did And singers be so smart	T
Ladies and folk from other parishes	I2
Candles and cheering greens and flowers and all	J2
I was not used to such in my young day	V
We kept ourselves at home	K2
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Mrs J Never say 'used '	-
The most of us have many a thing to do	L2
We were not used to If you come to that	A2
Why none of us are used to growing old	K
It takes us by surprise as one may say	V
That work when we begin 't and yet 't is work	M2
That all of us must do	L2
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Mrs G Nay nay not all	J2
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Mrs J I ask your pardon neighbour you be right Not all	J2
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Mrs G And my sweet maid scarce three months dead	N2
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Mrs J I ask your pardon truly	O2
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Mrs G No my dear	P
Thou'lt never see old days I cannot stint	P2
To fret the maiden was but twelve years old	K
So toward such a scholar	P
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Mrs S Ay when God	Q2
That knows comes down to choose He'll take the best	R2
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Mrs T But I'm right glad you came it pleases them	S2
My son that loves his book 'Mother ' said he	O2
'Go to the Reading when you have a chance	T2
For there you get a change and you see life '	-
But Reading or no Reading I am slow	I
To learn When parson after comes his rounds	U2
'Did it ' to ask with a persuading smile	V2
'Open your mind ' the woman doth not live	W2
Feels more a fool	X2
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Mrs J I always tell him 'Yes '	-
For he means well Ay and I like the songs	Y2
Have you heard say what they shall read to night	C
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Mrs S Neighbour I hear 'tis something of the East	Z2
But what I ask you is the East to us	A3
And where d'ye think it lies	B3
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Mrs J The children know	I
At least they say they do there's nothing deep	C3
Nor nothing strange but they get hold on it	G
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Enter Schoolmaster and a dozen children	W
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S Now ladies ladies you must please to sit	G
More close the room fills fast and all these lads	D3
And maidens either have to sing before	P
The Reading or else after By your leave	E3
I'll have them in the front I want them here	P
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The women make room	A
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Enter ploughmen villagers servants and children	W
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And mark me boys if I hear cracking o' nuts	F3
Or see you flicking acorns and what not	G3
While folks from other parishes observe	H3
You'll hear on it when you don't look to Tom	I3
And Jemmy and Roger sing as loud's ye can	R
Sing as the maidens do are they afraid	J3
And now I'm stationed handy facing you	L2
Friends all I'll drop a word by your good leave	E3
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Young ploughman Do master do we like your words a vast	E2
Though there be nought to back 'em up ye see	O2
As when we were smaller	P
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S Mark me then my lads	D3
When Lady Laura sang 'I don't think much '	-
Says her fine coachman 'of your manners here	P
We drove eleven miles in the dark it rained	K3
And ruts in your cross roads are deep We're here	P
My lady sings they sit all open mouthed	L3
And when she's done they never give one cheer '	-
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Old man Be folks to clap if they don't like the song	M3
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S Certain for manners	N3
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Enter VICAR wife various friends with violins and a flute	O3
They come to a piano and one begins softly to tune his violin while the Vicar speaks	P3
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V Friends since there is a place where you must hear	P
When I stand up to speak I would not now	S
If there were any other found to bid	Q3
You welcome Welcome then these with me ask	R3
No better than to please and in good sooth	F
I ever find you willing to be pleased	S3
When I demand not more but when we fain	T3
Would lead you to some knowledge fresh and ask	R3
Your careful heed I hear that some of you	L2
Have said 'What good to know what good to us	A3
He puts us all to school and our school days	U3
Should be at end Nay if they needs must teach	V3
Then let them teach us what shall mend our lot	G3
The laws are strict on us the world is hard '	-
You friends and neighbours may I dare to speak	W3
I know the laws are strict and the world hard	X3
For ever will the world help that man up	Y3
That is already coming up and still	Z3
And ever help him down that's going down	A4
Yet say 'I will take the words out of thy mouth	F
O world being yet more strict with mine own life	B4
Thou law to gaze shall not be worth thy while	V2
On whom beyond thy power doth rule himself '	-
Yet seek to know for whoso seek to know	I
They seek to rise and best they mend their lot	G3
Methinks if Adam and Eve in their garden days	U3
Had scorned the serpent and obediently	O2
Continued God's good children He Himself	C4
Had led them to the Tree of Knowledge soon	D4
And bid them eat the fruit thereof and yet	E4
Not find it apples of death	F
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Vicar's wife aside Now dearest John	F4
We're ready Lucky too you always go	I
Above the people's heads	G4
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Young farmer stands forward Vicar presenting him	H4
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SONG	M3
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I	D2
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Sparkle of snow and of frost	I4
Blythe air and the joy of cold	K
Their grace and good they have lost	I4
As print o' her foot by the fold	K
Let me back to yon desert sand	J4
Rose lipped love from the fold	K
Flower fair girl from the fold	K
Let me back to the sultry land	J4
The world is empty of cheer	P
Forlorn forlorn and forlorn	K4
As the night owl's sob of fear	P
As Memnon moaning at morn	K4
For love of thee my dear	P
I have lived a better man	R
O my Mary Anne	R
My Mary Anne	R
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II	D2
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Away away and away	V
To an old palm land of tombs	L4
Washed clear of our yesterday	V
And where never a snowdrop blooms	L4
Nor wild becks talk as they go	I
Of tender hope we had known	M4
Nor mosses of memory grow	I
All over the wayside stone	M4
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III	D2
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Farewell farewell and farewell	X
As voice of a lover's sigh	D2
In the wind let yon willow wave	N4
'Farewell farewell and farewell '	-
The sparkling frost stars brave	N4
On thy shrouded bosom lie	D2
Thou art gone apart to dwell	X
But I fain would have said good bye	D2
For love of thee in thy grave	N4
I have lived a better man	R
O my Mary Anne	R
My Mary Anne	R
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Mrs Thorpe aside O hearts why what a song	M3
To think on it and he a married man	R
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Mrs Jillifer aside Bless you that makes for nothing nothing at	A2
all	J2
They take no heed upon the words His wife	B4
Look you as pleased as may be smiles on him	H4
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Mrs T aside Neighbours there's one thing beats me We've enough	O4
O' trouble in the world I've cried my fill	Z3
Many and many a time by my own fire	P
Now why I'll ask you should it comfort me	O2
And ease my heart when pitiful and sweet	P4
One sings of other souls and how they mourned	Q4
A body would have thought that did not know	I
Songs must be merry full of feast and mirth	F
Or else would all folk flee away from them	S2
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Mrs S aside 'Tis strange and I too love the sad ones best	R2
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Mrs T aside Ay how they clap him	H4
'Tis as who should say	V
Sing we were pleased sing us another song	M3
As if they did not know he loves to sing	R4
Well may he not an organ pipe they blow	I
On Sunday in the church is half so sweet	P4
But he's a hard man	R
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Mrs J aside Mark me neighbours all	J2
Hard though he be ay and the mistress hard	X3
If he do sing 'twill be a sorrowful	S4
Sad tale of sweethearts that shall make you wish	T4
Your own time would come over again although	I
Were partings in 't and tears Hist now he sings	U4
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Young farmer sings again	V4
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'Come hither come hither ' The broom was in blossom all over yon rise	B3
There went a wide murmur of brown bees about it with songs from the wood	W4
'We shall never be younger O love let us forth for the world 'neath our eyes	B3
Ay the world is made young e'en as we and right fair is her youth and right good '	-
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Then there fell the great yearning upon me that never yet went into words	X4
While lovesome and moansome thereon spake and falter'd the dove to the dove	Y4
And I came at her calling 'Inherit inherit and sing with the birds '	-
I went up to the wood with the child of my heart and the wife of my love	Y4
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O pure O pathetic Wild hyacinths drank it the dream light apace	Z4
Not a leaf moved at all 'neath the blue they hung waiting for messages kind
Tall cherry trees dropped their white blossom that drifted no whit from its place	Z4
For the south very far out to sea had the lulling low voice of the wind
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And the child's dancing foot gave us part in the ravishment almost a pain	T3
An infinite tremor of life a fond murmur that cried out on time
Ah short must all end in the doing and spend itself sweetly in vain	T3
And the promise be only fulfilment to lean from the height of its prime
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'We shall never be younger ' nay mock me not fancy none call from yon tree	O2
They have thrown me the world they went over went up and alas For my part	T
I am left to grow old and to grieve and to change but they change not with me	O2
They will never be older the child of my love and the wife of my heart	T
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Mrs J I told you so	I
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Mrs T aside That did you neighbour Ay	V
Partings said you and tears I liked the song	M3
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Mrs G Who be these coming to the front to sing	R4
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Mrs J aside Why neighbour these be sweethearts so 'tis said	N2
And there was much ado to make her sing	R4
She would and would not and he wanted her	P
And mayhap wanted to be seen with her	P
'Tis Tomlin's pretty maid his only one	W
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Mrs G aside I did not know the maid so fair she looks
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Mrs J aside He's a right proper man she has at last	E2
Walks over many a mile and counts them nought	E2
To court her after work hours that he doth	F
Not like her other why he'd let his work	M2
Go all to wrack and lay it to his love	Y4
While he would sit and look and look and sigh	D2
Her father sent him to the right about	E2
'If love ' said he 'won't make a man of you	L2
Why nothing will 'Tis mainly that love's for	P
The right sort makes ' said he 'a lad a man	R
The wrong sort makes ' said he 'a man a fool '	-
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Vicar presents a young man and a girl
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DUET	E2
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She While he dreams mine old grand sire	P
And yon red logs glow	I
Honey whisper by the fire	P
Whisper honey low	I
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He Honey high's yon weary hill	Z3
Stiff's yon weary loam	K2
Lacks the work o' my goodwill	Z3
Fain I'd take thee home	K2
O how much longer and longer and longer	P
An' how much longer shall the waiting last	E2
Berries red are grown April birds are flown	M4
Martinmas gone over ay and harvest past	E2
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She Honey bide the time's awry	D2
Bide awhile let be	O2
He Take my wage then lay it by	D2
Till 't come back with thee	O2
The red money the white money	O2
Both to thee I bring	R4
She Bring ye ought beside honey	O2
He Honey ay the ring	R4
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Duet But how much longer and longer and longer	P
O how much longer shall the waiting last	E2
Berries red are grown April birds are flown	M4
Martinmas gone over and the harvest past	E2
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Applause
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Mrs S aside O she's a pretty maid and sings so small	J2
And high 'tis like a flute And she must blush
Till all her face is roses newly blown	M4
How folks do clap She knows not where to look
There now she's off he standing like a man	R
To face them	S2
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Mrs G aside Makes his bow and after her	P
But what's the good of clapping when they're gone
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Mrs T aside Why 'tis a London fashion as I'm told	E2
And means they'd have 'em back to sing again	V4
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Mrs J aside Neighbours look where her father red as fire	P
Sits pleased and 'shamed smoothing his Sunday hat	E2
And Parson bustles out Clap on clap on	F4
Coming Not she There comes her sweetheart though	I
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Vicar presents the young man again	V4
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SONG	M3
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I	D2
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Rain clouds flew beyond the fell	X
No more did thunders lower	P
Patter patter on the beck
Dropt a clearing shower	P
Eddying floats of creamy foam	K2
Flecked the waters brown	A4
As we rode up to cross the ford	E2
Rode up from yonder town	A4
Waiting on the weather	P
She and I together	P
Waiting on the weather	P
Till the flood went down	A4
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II	D2
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The sun came out the wet leaf shone	M4
Dripped the wild wood vine
Betide me well betide me woe	I
That hour's for ever mine
With thee Mary with thee Mary	O2
Full oft I pace again	V4
Asleep awake up yonder glen	V4
And hold thy bridle rein	T3
Waiting on the weather	P
Thou and I together	P
Waiting on the weather	P
Till the flood shall wane	T3
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III	D2
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And who though hope did come to nought	E2
Would memory give away	V
I lighted down she leaned full low	I
Nor chid that hour's delay	V
With thee Mary with thee Mary	O2
Methought my life to crown	A4
But we ride up but we ride up	Y3
No more from yonder town	A4
Waiting on the weather	P
Thou and I together	P
Waiting on the weather	P
Till the flood go down	A4
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Mrs J aside Well very well but what of fiddler Sam
I ask you neighbours if't be not his turn
An honest man and ever pays his score	P
Born in the parish old blind as a bat	E2
And strangers sing before him 't is a shame
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Mrs S aside Ay but his daughter	P
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Mrs J aside Why the maid's a maid	E2
One would not set to guide the chant in church
But when she sings to earn her father's bread	E2
The mildest mother's son may cry 'Amen '	-
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Mrs S aside They say he plays not always true	L2
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Mrs J aside What then	V4
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Mrs T aside Here comes my lady She's too fat by half
For love songs O the lace upon her gown	A4
I wish I had the getting of it up	Y3
'T would be a pretty penny in my pouch
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Mrs J aside Be quiet now for manners	N3
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Vicar presents a lady who sings	U4
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I	D2
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Dark flocks of wildfowl riding out the storm
Upon a pitching sea	O2
Beyond grey rollers vex'd that rear and form
When piping winds urge on their destiny	O2
To fall back ruined in white continually	O2
And I at our trysting stone	M4
Whereto I came down alone	M4
Was fain o' the wind's wild moan	M4
O welcome were wrack and were rain	T3
And beat of the battling main	T3
For the sake of love's sweet pain	T3
For the smile in two brown eyes	B3
For the love in any wise	B3
To bide though the last day dies	B3
For a hand on my wet hair	P
For a kiss e'en yet I wear	P
For bonny Jock was there	P
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II	D2
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Pale precipices while the sun lay low	I
Tinct faintly of the rose
And mountain islands mirror'd in a flow	I
Forgotten of all winds their manifold	E2
Peaks reared into the glory and the glow	I
Floated in purple and gold	E2
And I o'er the rocks alone	M4
Of a shore all silent grown	M4
Came down to our trysting stone	M4
And sighed when the solemn ray	V
Paled in the wake o' the day	V
'Wellaway wellaway	V
Comfort is not by the shore	P
Going the gold that it wore	P
Purple and rose are no more	P
World and waters are wan	F4
And night will be here anon	F4
And bonny Jock's gone '	-
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Moderate applause and calls for fiddler Sam
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Mrs Jillifer aside Now neighbours call again and be not shamed	E2
Stand by the parish and the parish folk
Them that are poor I told you here he comes
Parson looks glum but brings him and his girl
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The fiddler Sam plays and his daughter sings	U4
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Touch the sweet string Fly forth my heart	E2
Upon the music like a bird	E2
The silvery notes shall add their part	E2
And haply yet thou shalt be heard	E2
Touch the sweet string	R4
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The youngest wren of nine	F4
Dimpled dark and merry	O2
Brown her locks and her two eyne	F4
Browner than a berry	O2
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When I was not in love	Y4
Maidens met I many	O2
Under sun now walks but one	F4
Nor others mark I any	O2
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Twin lambs a mild eyed ewe	V
That would her follow bleating	R4
A heifer white as snow	F4
I'll give to my sweet sweeting	R4
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Touch the sweet string If yet too young	R4
O love of loves for this my song	R4
I'll pray thee count it all unsung	R4
And wait thy leisure wait it long	R4
Touch the sweet string	R4
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Much applause
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Vicar You hear them Sam You needs must play again	F4
Your neighbours ask it	E2
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Fiddler Thank ye neighbours all	J2
I have my feelings though I be but poor	P
I've tanged the fiddle here this forty year	P
And I should know the trick on 't	E2
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The fiddler plays and his daughter sings	U4
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For Exmoor	P
For Exmoor where the red deer run my weary heart doth cry	P
She that will a rover wed far her foot shall his	I2
Narrow narrow shows the street dull the narrow sky	P
Buy my cherries whiteheart cherries good my masters buy	P
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For Exmoor	P
O he left me left alone aye to think and sigh	P
'Lambs feed down yon sunny coombe hind and yearling shy	P
Mid the shrouding vapours walk now like ghosts on high '	-
Buy my cherries blackheart cherries lads and lassies buy	P
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For Exmoor	P
Dear my dear why did ye so Evil days have I	P
Mark no more the antler'd stag hear the curlew cry	P
Milking at my father's gate while he leans anigh	P
Buy my cherries whiteheart blackheart golden girls O buy	P
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Mrs T aside I've known him play that Exmoor song afore	P
'Ah me and I'm from Exmoor I could wish	T4
To hear 't no more	P
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Mrs S aside Neighbours 't is mighty hot	E2
Ay now they throw the window up that's well	X
A body could not breathe	F
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The fiddler and his daughter go away	V
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Mrs Jillifer aside They'll hear no parson's preaching no not they	V
But innocenter songs I do allow	S
They could not well have sung than these to night	E2
That man knows just so well as if he saw
They were not welcome	G2
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The Vicar stands up on the point of beginning to read when the tuning and twang of the fiddle is heard close outside the open window and the daughter sings in a clear cheerful voice A little tittering is heard in the room and the Vicar pauses discomfited	E2
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I	P
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O my heart what a coil is here	P
Laurie why will ye hold me dear	P
Laurie Laurie lad make not wail	H
With a wiser lass ye'll sure prevail	H
For ye sing like a woodland nightingale	H
And there's no sense in it under the sun	F4
For of three that woo I can take but one	F4
So what's to be done what's to be done	F4
And	E2
There's no sense in it under the sun	F4
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II	P
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Hal brave Hal from your foreign parts
Come home you'll choose among kinder hearts
Forget forget you're too good to hold	E2
A fancy 't were best should faint grow cold	E2
And fade like an August marigold	E2
For of three that woo I can take but one	F4
And what's to be done what's to be done	F4
There's no sense in it under the sun	F4
And	E2
Of three that woo I can take but one	F4
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III	P
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Geordie Geordie I count you true	P
Though language sweet I have none for you	P
Nay but take me home to the churning mill	Z3
When cherry boughs white on yon mounting hill	Z3
Hang over the tufts o' the daffodil	Z3
For what's to be done what's to be done	F4
Of three that woo I must e'en take one	F4
Or there's no sense in it under the sun	F4
And	E2
What's to be done what's to be done	F4
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V aside What's to be done indeed	E2
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Wife aside Done nothing love	P
Either the thing has done itself or they	V
Must undo Did they call for fiddler Sam
Well now they have him	H4
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More tuning heard outside	E2
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Mrs J aside Live and let live's my motto	E2
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Mrs T So 't is mine	F4
Who's Sam that he must fly in Parson's face	Z4
He's had his turn He never gave these lights	Y
Cut his best flowers	N3
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Mrs S aside He takes no pride in us	A3
Speak up good neighbour get the window shut	E2
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Mrs J rising I ask your pardon truly that I do	P
La but the window there's a parlous draught	E2
The window punishes rheumatic folk	R4
We'd have it shut sir	P
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Others Truly that we would	E2
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V Certainly certainly my friends you shall
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The window is shut and the Reading begins amid marked attention	F4

Jean Ingelow

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