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Time Noon	A
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HUMPHREY	B
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See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun	C
By this time half his daily race has run	C
The savage thrusts his light canoe to shore	D
And hurries homeward with his fishy store	D
Suppose we leave awhile this stubborn soil	E
To eat our dinner and to rest from toil	E
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WILLIAM	F
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Agreed Yon tree whose purple gum bestows	G
A ready medicine for the sick man's woes	G
Forms with its shadowy boughs a cool retreat	H
To shield us from the noontide's sultry heat	H
Ah Humphrey now upon old England's shore	D
The weary labourer's morning work is o'er	I
The woodman now rests from his measur'd stroke	J
Flings down his axe and sits beneath the oak	J
Savour'd with hunger there he eats his food	K
There drinks the cooling streamlet of the wood	L
To us no cooling streamlet winds its way	M
No joys domestic crown for us the day	M
The felon's name the outcast's garb we wear	N
Toil all the day and all the night despair	N
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HUMPHREY	B
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Ah William labouring up the furrowed ground	O
I used to love the village clock's dull sound	O
Rejoice to hear my morning toil was done	C
And trudge it homewards when the clock went one	C
'Twas ere I turn'd a soldier and a sinner	I
Pshaw curse this whining let us fall to dinner	I
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WILLIAM	F
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I too have loved this hour nor yet forgot	P
Each joy domestic of my little cot	P
For at this hour my wife with watchful care	N
Was wont each humbler dainty to prepare	N
The keenest sauce by hunger was supplied	Q
And my poor children prattled at my side	Q
Methinks I see the old oak table spread	R
The clean white trencher and the good brown bread	R
The cheese my daily food which Mary made	S
For Mary knew full well the housewife's trade	S
The jug of cyder cyder I could make	T
And then the knives I won 'em at the wake	T
Another has them now I toiling here	U
Look backward like a child and drop a tear	N
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HUMPHREY	B
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I love a dismal story tell me thine	V
Meantime good Will I'll listen as I dine	V
I too my friend can tell a piteous story	B
When I turn'd hero how I purchas'd glory	B
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WILLIAM	F
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But Humphrey sure thou never canst have known	W
The comforts of a little home thine own	W
A home so snug So chearful too as mine	V
'Twas always clean and we could make it fine	V
For there King Charles's golden rules were seen	X
And there God bless 'em both the King and Queen	X
The pewter plates our garnish'd chimney grace	Y
So nicely scour'd you might have seen your face	Y
And over all to frighten thieves was hung	Z
Well clean'd altho' but seldom us'd my gun	C
Ah that damn'd gun I took it down one morn	A2
A desperate deal of harm they did my corn	A2
Our testy Squire too loved to save the breed	B2
So covey upon covey eat my seed	B2
I mark'd the mischievous rogues and took my aim	C2
I fir'd they fell and up the keeper came	C2
That cursed morning brought on my undoing	D2
I went to prison and my farm to ruin	C
Poor Mary for her grave the parish paid	S
No tomb stone tells where her cold corpse is laid	S
My children my dear boys	E2
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HUMPHREY	B
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Come Grief is dry	F2
You to your dinner to my story I	F2
To you my friend who happier days have known	W
And each calm comfort of a home your own	W
This is bad living I have spent my life	G2
In hardest toil and unavailing strife	G2
And here from forest ambush safe at least	H2
To me this scanty pittance seems a feast	H2
I was a plough boy once as free from woes	G
And blithesome as the lark with whom I rose	G
Each evening at return a meal I found	O
And tho' my bed was hard my sleep was sound	O
One Whitsuntide to go to fair I drest	O
Like a great bumkin in my Sunday's best	O
A primrose posey in my hat I stuck	I2
And to the revel went to try my luck	I2
From show to show from booth to booth I stray	M
See stare and wonder all the live long day	M
A Serjeant to the fair recruiting came	C2
Skill'd in man catching to beat up for game	C2
Our booth he enter'd and sat down by me	B
Methinks even now the very scene I see	B
The canvass roof the hogshead's running store	D
The old blind fiddler seated next the door	D
The frothy tankard passing to and fro	J2
And the rude rabble round the puppet show	J2
The Serjeant eyed me well the punch bowl comes	K2
And as we laugh'd and drank up struck the drums	K2
And now he gives a bumper to his Wench	J2
God save the King and then God damn the French	J2
Then tells the story of his last campaign	L2
How many wounded and how many slain	L2
Flags flying cannons roaring drums a beating	D2
The English marching on the French retreating	D2
Push on push on my lads they fly before ye	B
March on to riches happiness and glory	B
At first I wonder'd by degrees grew bolder	I
Then cried tis a fine thing to be a soldier	I
Aye Humphrey says the Serjeant that's your name	C2
'Tis a fine thing to fight the French for fame	C2
March to the field knock out a Mounseer's brains	M2
And pick the scoundrel's pocket for your pains	M2
Come Humphrey come thou art a lad of spirit	O
Rise to a halbert as I did by merit	O
Would'st thou believe it even I was once	N2
As thou art now a plough boy and a dunce	N2
But Courage rais'd me to my rank How now boy	O2
Shall Hero Humphrey still be Numps the plough boy	O2
A proper shaped young fellow tall and straight	O
Why thou wert made for glory five feet eight	O
The road to riches is the field of fight	O
Didst ever see a guinea look so bright	O
Why regimentals Numps would give thee grace	N2
A hat and feather would become that face	N2
The girls would crowd around thee to be kist	O
Dost love a girl Od Zounds I cried I'll list	O
So past the night anon the morning came	C2
And off I set a volunteer for fame	C2
Back shoulders turn out your toes hold up your head	O
Stand easy so I did till almost dead	O
Oh how I long'd to tend the plough again	P2
Trudge up the field and whistle o'er the plain	L2
When tir'd and sore amid the piteous throng	Q2
Hungry and cold and wet I limp'd along	Q2
And growing fainter as I pass'd and colder	I
Curs'd that ill hour when I became a soldier	I
In town I found the hours more gayly pass	N2
And Time fled swiftly with my girl and glass	N2
The girls were wonderous kind and wonderous fair	N
They soon transferred me to the Doctor's care	N
The Doctor undertook to cure the evil	R2
And he almost transferred me to the Devil	R2
'Twere tedious to relate the dismal story	B
Of fighting fasting wretchedness and glory	B
At last discharg'd to England's shores I came	C2
Paid for my wounds with want instead of fame	C2
Found my fair friends and plunder'd as they bade me	B
They kist me coax'd me robb'd me and betray'd me	B
Tried and condemn'd his Majesty transports me	B
And here in peace I thank him he supports me	B
So ends my dismal and heroic story	B
And Humphrey gets more good from guilt than glory	B

Robert Southey

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