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The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's	A
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THEY had long met o' Zundays her true love and she	B
And at junketings maypoles and flings	A
But she bode wi' a thirtover uncle and he	B
Swore by noon and by night that her goodman should be	B
Naibor Sweatley a gaffer oft weak at the knee	B
From taking o' sommat more cheerful than tea	B
Who tranted and moved people's things	A
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She cried O pray pity me Nought would he hear	C
Then with wild rainy eyes she obeyed	D
She chid when her Love was for clinking off wi' her	E
The pa'son was told as the season drew near	F
To throw over pu'pit the names of the pe ir	F
As fitting one flesh to be made	D
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The wedding day dawned and the morning drew on	G
The couple stood bridegroom and bride	H
The evening was passed and when midnight had gone	I
The folks horned out God save the King and anon	I
The two home along gloomily hied	H
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The lover Tim Tankens mourned heart sick and drear	F
To be thus of his darling deprived	H
He roamed in the dark ath'art field mound and mere	F
And a'most without knowing it found himself near	F
The house of the tranter and now of his Dear	F
Where the lantern light showed 'em arrived	H
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The bride sought her cham'er so calm and so pale	J
That a Northern had thought her resigned	H
But to eyes that had seen her in tide times of weal	J
Like the white cloud o' smoke the red battlefield's vail	J
That look spak' of havoc behind	H
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The bridegroom yet laitered a beaker to drain	I
Then reeled to the linhay for more	F
When the candle snoff kindled some chaff from his grain	I
Flames spread and red vlankers wi' might and wi' main	I
And round beams thatch and chimley tun roar	F
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Young Tim away yond rafted up by the light	H
Through brimble and underwood tears	A
Till he comes to the orchet when crooping thereright	H
In the lewth of a codlin tree bivering wi' fright	H
Wi' on'y her night rail to screen her from sight	H
His lonesome young Barbree appears	A
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Her cwold little figure half naked he views	A
Played about by the frolicsome breeze	A
Her light tripping totties her ten little tooes	A
All bare and besprinkled wi' Fall's chilly dews	A
While her great gallied eyes through her hair hanging loose	A
Sheened as stars through a tardle o' trees	A
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She eyed en and as when a weir hatch is drawn	I
Her tears penned by terror afore	F
With a rushing of sobs in a shower were strawn	I
Till her power to pour 'em seemed wasted and gone	I
From the heft o' misfortune she bore	F
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O Tim my own Tim I must call 'ee I will	J
All the world ha' turned round on me so	A
Can you help her who loved 'ee though acting so ill	J
Can you pity her misery feel for her still	J
When worse than her body so quivering and chill	J
Is her heart in its winter o' woe	A
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I think I mid almost ha' borne it she said	H
Had my griefs one by one come to hand	H
But O to be slave to thik husbird for bread	H
And then upon top o' that driven to wed	H
And then upon top o' that burnt out o' bed	H
Is more than my nater can stand	H
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Tim's soul like a lion 'ithin en outsprung	K
Tim had a great soul when his feelings were wrung	K
Feel for 'ee dear Barbree he cried	H
And his warm working jacket about her he flung	K
Made a back horsed her up till behind him she clung	K
Like a chiel on a gipsy her figure uphung	K
By the sleeves that around her he tied	H
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Over piggeries and mixens and apples and hay	L
They lumpered straight into the night	H
And finding bylong where a halter path lay	L
At dawn reached Tim's house on'y seen on their way	L
By a naibor or two who were up wi' the day	L
But they gathered no clue to the sight	H
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Then tender Tim Tankens he searched here and there	F
For some garment to clothe her fair skin	I
But though he had breeches and waistcoats to spare	F
He had nothing quite seemly for Barbree to wear	F
Who half shrammed to death stood and cried on a chair	F
At the caddle she found herself in	I
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There was one thing to do and that one thing he did	H
He lent her some clouts of his own	I
And she took 'em perforce and while in 'em she slid	H
Tim turned to the winder as modesty bid	H
Thinking O that the picter my duty keeps hid	H
To the sight o' my eyes mid be shown	I
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In the tallet he stowed her there huddied she lay	L
Shortening sleeves legs and tails to her limbs	A
But most o' the time in a mortal bad way	L
Well knowing that there'd be the divel to pay	L
If 'twere found that instead o' the elements' prey	L
She was living in lodgings at Tim's	A
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Where's the tranter said men and boys where can er be	B
Where's the tranter said Barbree alone	I
Where on e'th is the tranter said everybod y	-
They sifted the dust of his perished roof tree	B
And all they could find was a bone	I
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Then the uncle cried Lord pray have mercy on me	B
And in terror began to repent	H
But before 'twas complete and till sure she was free	B
Barbree drew up her loft ladder tight turned her key	B
Tim bringing up breakfast and dinner and tea	B
Till the news of her hiding got vent	H
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Then followed the custom kept rout shout and flare	F
Of a skimmington ride through the naiborhood ere	F
Folk had proof o' wold Sweatley's decay	L
Whereupon decent people all stood in a stare	F
Saying Tim and his lodger should risk it and pair	F
So he took her to church An' some laughing lads there	F
Cried to Tim After Sweatley She said I declare	F
I stand as a maiden to day	L

Thomas Hardy

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