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Dedicated To The Rev J Knowles Holland	A
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The beating snow clad bell with sounding dead	B
Hath clanked four the woodman's wak'd again	C
And as he leaves his comfortable bed	B
Dithers to view the rimy feather'd pane	D
And shrugs and wishes but 'tis all in vain	D
The bed's warm comforts he must now forego	E
His family that oft till eight hath lain	D
Without his labour's wage could not do so	E
And glad to make them blest he shuffles through the snow	E
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The early winter's morn is dark as pitch	F
The wary wife from tinder brought at night	G
With flint and steel and many a sturdy twitch	F
Sits up in bed to strike her man a light	G
And as the candle shows the rapturous sight	G
Aside his wife his rosy sleeping boy	H
He smacks his lips with exquisite delight	G
With all a father's feelings father's joy	H
Then bids his wife good bye and hies to his employ	H
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His breakfast water porridge humble food	I
A barley crust he in his wallet flings	J
On this he toils and labours in the wood	K
And chops his faggot twists his band and sings	J
As happily as princes and as kings	J
With all their luxury and blest is he	L
Can but the little which his labour brings	J
Make both ends meet and from long debts keep free	L
And neat and clean preserve his numerous family	L
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Far o'er the dreary fields the woodland lies	M
Rough is the journey which he daily goes	N
The woolly clouds that hang the frowning skies	M
Keep winnowing down their drifting sleet and snows	N
And thro' his doublet keen the north wind blows	N
While hard as iron the cemented ground	O
And smooth as glass the glibbed pool is froze	N
His nailed boots with clenching tread rebound	O
And dithering echo starts and mocks the clamping sound	O
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The woods how gloomy in a winter's morn	P
The crows and ravens even cease to croak	Q
The little birds sit chittering on the thorn	P
The pies scarce chatter when they leave the oak	Q
Startled from slumber by the woodman's stroke	Q
The milk maid's song is drown'd in gloomy care	R
And while the village chimneys curl their smoke	Q
She milks and blows and hastens to be there	R
And nature all seems sad and dying in despair	R
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The quirking rabbit scarcely leaves her hole	S
But rolls in torpid slumbers all the day	T
The fox is loth to 'gin a long patrole	S
And scouts the woods content with meaner prey	T
The hare so frisking timid once and gay	T
'Hind the dead thistle hurkles from the view	U
Nor scarce is scar'd though in the traveller's way	T
Though waffling curs and shepherd dogs pursue	U
So winter's rugged power affects all nature through	U
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What different changes winter's frowns supply	S
The clown no more a loitering hour beguiles	U
Nor gaping tracks the clouds along the sky	S
As when buds blossom and the warm sun smiles	U
And Lawrence wages bids on hills and stiles	U
Banks stiles and flowers and skies no longer charm	V
Deep drifting snow each summer seat defiles	U
With hasty blundering step and folded arm	V
He glad the stable seeks his frost nipt nose to warm	W
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The shepherd haunts no more his spreading oak	Q
Nor on the sloping pond head lies at lair	R
The arbour he once wattled up is broke	Q
And left unworthy of his future care	R
The ragged plundering stickers have been there	R
And pilfer'd it away he passes by	S
His summer dwelling desolate and bare	R
And ne'er so much as turn a conscious eye	S
But gladly seeks his fire and shuns th'inclement sky	S
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The scene is cloth'd in snow from morn till night	G
The woodman's loth his chilly tools to seize	U
The crows unroosting as he comes in sight	G
Shake down the feathery burden from the trees	U
To look at things around he's fit to freeze	U
Scar'd from her perch the fluttering pheasant flies	U
His hat and doublet whiten by degrees	U
He quakes looks round and pats his hands and sighs	U
And wishes to himself that the warm sun would rise	U
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The robin tamest of the feather d race	U
Soon as he hears the woodman's sounding chops	U
With ruddy bosom and a simple face	U
Around his old companion fearless hops	U
And there for hours in pleas'd attention stops	U
The woodman's heart is tender and humane	D
And at his meals he many a crumble drops	U
Thanks to thy generous feelings gentle swain	D
And what thy pity gives shall not be given in vain	D
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The woodman gladly views the closing day	T
To see the sun drop down behind the wood	K
Sinking in clouds deep blue or misty grey	T
Round as a foot ball and as red as blood	X
The pleasing prospect does his heart much good	K
Though 'tis not his such beauties to admire	Y
He hastes to fill his bags with billet wood	K
Well pleas'd from the chill prospect to retire	Y
To seek his corner chair and warm snug cottage fire	Z
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And soon us dusky even hovers round	O
And the white frost 'gins crizzle pond and brook	A2
The little family are glimpsing round	O
And from the door dart many a wistful look	A2
The supper ready stewing on the hook	A2
And every foot that clampers down the street	B2
Is for the coming father's step mistook	A2
O'erjoy'd are they when he their eyes does meet	B2
Bent 'neath his load snow clad as white as any sheet	B2
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I think I see him seated in his chair	R
Taking the bellows up the fire to blow	S
I think I hear him joke and chatter there	R
Telling his children news they wish to know	S
With leather leggings on that stopt the snow	S
And broad brimm'd hat uncouthly shapen round	O
Nor would he I'll be bound if it were so	S
Give twopence for the chance could it be found	O
At that same hour to be the king of England crown'd	O
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The woodman smokes the brats in mirth and glee	S
And artless prattle even's hours beguile	S
While love's last pledge runs scrambling up his knee	S
The nightly comfort from his weary toil	S
His chuff cheeks dimpling in a fondling smile	S
He claims his kiss and says his scraps of prayer	R
Begging his daddy's pretty song the while	S
Playing with his jacket buttons and his hair	R
And thus in wedlock's joys the labourer drowns his care	R
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And as most labourers knowingly pretend	C2
By certain signs to judge the weather right	G
As oft from Noah's ark great floods descend	C2
And buried moons foretell great storms at night	G
In such like things the woodman took delight	G
And ere he went to bed would always ken	C
Whether the sky was gloom'd or stars shone bright	G
Then went to comfort's arms till morn and then	C
As cheery as the sun resum'd his toils agen	C
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And ere he slept he always breath'd a prayer	R
I thank thee Lord that thou to day didst give	D2
Sufficient strength to toil and bless thy care	R
And thank thee still for what I may receive	E2
And O Almighty God while I still live	F2
Ere my eyes open on the last day's sun	C
Prepare thou me this wicked world to leave	E2
And fit my passage ere my race is run	C
'Tis all I beg O Lord thy heavenly will be done	C
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Holland to thee this humble ballad's sent	G2
Who for the poor man's welfare oft hast pray'd	H2
Whose tongue did ne'er belie its good intent	G2
Preacher as well in practice as in trade	H2
Alas too often money's business made	H2
O may the wretch that's still in darkness living	I2
The Bible's comforts hear by thee display'd	H2
And many a woodman's family forgiven	C
Have cause for blessing thee that led their way to heaven	C

John Clare

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