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In the outskirts of the village	A
On the river's winding shores	B
Stand the Occidental plane trees	C
Stand the ancient sycamores	C
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One long century hath been numbered	D
And another half way told	E
Since the rustic Irish gleeman	F
Broke for them the virgin mould	E
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Deftly set to Celtic music	G
At his violin's sound they grew	H
Through the moonlit eves of summer	I
Making Amphion's fable true	H
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Rise again thou poor Hugh Tallant	J
Pass in erkin green along	K
With thy eyes brim full of laughter	I
And thy mouth as full of song	K
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Pioneer of Erin's outcasts	C
With his fiddle and his pack	L
Little dreamed the village Saxons	C
Of the myriads at his back	L
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How he wrought with spade and fiddle	M
Delved by day and sang by night	N
With a hand that never wearied	O
And a heart forever light	N
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Still the gay tradition mingles	C
With a record grave and drear	I
Like the rollic air of Cluny	F
With the solemn march of Mear	I
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When the box tree white with blossoms	C
Made the sweet May woodlands glad	P
And the Aronia by the river	I
Lighted up the swarming shad	P
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And the bulging nets swept shoreward	D
With their silver sided haul	Q
Midst the shouts of dripping fishers	C
He was merriest of them all	Q
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When among the jovial huskers	C
Love stole in at Labor's side	R
With the lusty airs of England	S
Soft his Celtic measures vied	R
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Songs of love and wailing lyke wake	T
And the merry fair's carouse	C
Of the wild Red Fox of Erin	F
And the Woman of Three Cows	C
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By the blazing hearths of winter	I
Pleasant seemed his simple tales	C
Midst the grimmer Yorkshire legends	C
And the mountain myths of Wales	C
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How the souls in Purgatory	F
Scrambled up from fate forlorn	F
On St Keven's sackcloth ladder	I
Slyly hitched to Satan's horn	F
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Of the fiddler who at Tara	I
Played all night to ghosts of kings	C
Of the brown dwarfs and the fairies	C
Dancing in their moorland rings	C
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Jolliest of our birds of singing	U
Best he loved the Bob o link	V
Hush he'd say the tipsy fairies	C
Hear the little folks in drink	V
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Merry faced with spade and fiddle	M
Singing through the ancient town	F
Only this of poor Hugh Tallant	J
Hath Tradtion handed down	F
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Not a stone his grave discloses	C
But if yet his spirit walks	C
Tis beneath the trees he planted	W
And when Bob o Lincoln talks	C
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Green memorials of the gleeman	F
Linking still the river shores	C
With their shadows cast by sunset	X
Stand Hugh Tallant's sycamores	C
	-
When the Father of his Country	F
Through the north land riding came	Y
And the roofs were starred with banners	C
And the steeples rang acclaim	Y
	-
When each war scarred Continental	M
Leaving smithy mill and farm	Z
Waved his rusted sword in welcome	A2
And shot off his old king's arm	Z
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Slowly passed that august Presence	C
Down the thronged and shouting street	B2
Village girls as white as angels	C
Scattering flowers around his feet	B2
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Midway where the plane tree's shadow	C2
Deepest fell his rein he drew	I
On his stately head uncovered	D
Cool and soft the west wind blew	I
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And he stood up in his stirrups	C
Looking up and looking down	F
On the hills of Gold and Silver	I
Rimming round the little town	F
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On the river full of sunshine	F
To the lap of greenest vales	C
Winding down from wooded headlands	C
Willow skirted white with sails	C
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And he said the landscape sweeping	U
Slowly with his ungloved hand	D2
I have seen no prospect fairer	I
In this goodly Eastern land	D2
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Then the bugles of his escort	E2
Stirred to life the cavalcade	F2
And that head so bare and stately	F
Vanished down the depths of shade	F2
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Ever since in town and farm house	C
Life has had its ebb and flow	C2
Thrice hath passed the human harvest	G2
To its garner green and low	C2
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But the trees the gleeman planted	W
Through the changes changeless stand	D2
As the marble calm of Tadmor	I
Mocks the deserts shifting sand	D2
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Still the level moon at rising	U
Silvers o'er each stately shaft	H2
Still beneath them half in shadow	C2
Singing glides the pleasure craft	H2
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Still beneath them arm enfolded	H2
Love and Youth together stray	I
While as heart to heart beats faster	I
More and more their feet delay	I
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Where the ancient cobbler Keezar	I
On the open hillside justice wrought	H2
Singing as he drew his stitches	C
Songs his German masters taught	H2
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Singing with his gray hair floating	U
Round a rosy ample face	C
Now a thousand Saxon craftsmen	F
Stitch and hammer in his place	C
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All the pastoral lanes so grassy	F
Now are Traffic's dusty streets	C
From the village grown a city	F
Fast the rural grace retreats	C
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But still green and tall and stately	F
On the river's winding shores	C
Stand the occidental plane trees	C
Stand Hugh Tallant's sycamores	C

John Greenleaf Whittier

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