- 1. A Runnable Stag
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom,
And apples began to be golden-skinn'd,
We harbour'd a stag in the Priory coomb,
And we feather'd his trail up-wind, up-wind,
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- 2. A Northern Suburb
Nature selects the longest way,
â??And winds about in tortuous grooves;
A thousand years the oaks decay;
â??The wrinkled glacier hardly moves.
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- 3. A Loafer
I hang about the streets all day,
At night I hang about;
I sleep a little when I may,
But rise betimes the morning's scout;
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- 4. Battle
The war of words is done;
The red-lipped cannon speak;
The battle has begun.
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- 5. Thirty Bob A Week
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw,
And set the blooming world a-work for me,
Like such as cut their teeth -- I hope, like you --
On the handle of a skeleton gold key;
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