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On Hounslow Heath and close beside the road	A
As western travellers may oft have seen	B
A little house some years ago there stood	C
A minikin abode	A
And built like Mr Birkbeck's all of wood	C
The walls of white the window shutters green	B
Four wheels it had at North South East and West	D
Though now at rest	D
On which it used to wander to and fro	E
Because its master ne'er maintained a rider	F
Like those who trade in Paternoster Row	E
But made his business travel for itself	G
Till he had made his pelf	G
And then retired if one may call it so	E
Of a roadsider	E
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Perchance the very race and constant riot	H
Of stages long and short which thereby ran	I
Made him more relish the repose and quiet	H
Of his now sedentary caravan	I
Perchance he loved the ground because 'twas common	J
And so he might impale a strip of soil	K
That furnished by his toil	K
Some dusty greens for him and his old woman	J
And five tall hollyhocks in dingy flower	E
Howbeit the thoroughfare did no ways spoil	K
His peace unless in some unlucky hour	E
A stray horse came and gobbled up his bow'r	E
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But tired of always looking at the coaches	L
The same to come when they had seen them one day	M
And used to brisker life both man and wife	G
Began to suffer N U E's approaches	N
And feel retirement like a long wet Sunday	M
So having had some quarters of school breeding	O
They turned themselves like other folks to reading	O
But setting out where others nigh have done	J
And being ripened in the seventh stage	P
The childhood of old age	P
Began as other children have begun	J
Not with the pastorals of Mr Pope	Q
Or Bard of Hope	Q
Or Paley ethical or learned Porson	J
But spelt on Sabbaths in St Mark or John	J
And then relax'd themselves with Whittington	J
Or Valentine and Orson	J
But chiefly fairy tales they loved to con	J
And being easily melted in their dotage	P
Slobber'd and kept	R
Reading and wept	R
Over the White Cat in their wooden cottage	P
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Thus reading on the longer	E
They read of course their childish faith grew stronger	E
In Gnomes and Hags and Elves and Giants grim	S
If talking Trees and Birds revealed to him	S
She saw the flight of Fairyland's fly wagons	T
And magic fishes swim	S
In puddle ponds and took old crows for dragons	T
Both were quite drunk from the enchanted flagons	T
When as it fell upon a summer's day	M
As the old man sat a feeding	O
On the old babe reading	O
Beside his open street and parlor door	E
A hideous roar	E
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Proclaimed a drove of beasts was coming by the way	M
Long horned and short of many a different breed	U
Tall tawny brutes from famous Lincoln levels	T
Or Durham feed	U
With some of those unquiet black dwarf devils	T
From nether side of Tweed	U
Or Firth of Forth	V
Looking half wild with joy to leave the North	V
With dusty hides all mobbing on together	E
When whether from a fly's malicious comment	W
Upon his tender flank from which he shrank	X
Or whether	E
Only in some enthusiastic moment	Y
However one brown monster in a frisk	Z
Giving his tail a perpendicular whisk	Z
Kicked out a passage through the beastly rabble	A2
And after a pas seul or if you will a	B2
Horn pipe before the basket maker's villa	B2
Leapt o'er the tiny pale	C2
Backed his beefsteaks against the wooden gable	A2
And thrust his brawny bell rope of a tail	C2
Right o'er the page	P
Wherein the sage	P
Just then was spelling some romantic fable	A2
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The old man half a scholar half a dunce	T
Could not peruse who could two tales at once	T
And being huffed	D2
At what he knew was none of Riquet's Tuft	D2
Banged to the door	E
But most unluckily enclosed a morsel	A2
Of the intruding tail and all the tassel	A2
The monster gave a roar	E
And bolting off with speed increased by pain	J
The little house became a coach once more	E
And like Macheath took to the road again	J
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Just then by fortune's whimsical decree	E
The ancient woman stooping with her crupper	E
Towards sweet home or where sweet home should be	E
Was getting up some household herbs for supper	E
Thoughtful of Cinderella in the tale	C2
And quaintly wondering if magic shifts	T
Could o'er a common pumpkin so prevail	C2
To turn it to a coach what pretty gifts	T
Might come of cabbages and curly kale	C2
Meanwhile she never heard her old man's wail	C2
Nor turned till home had turned a corner quite	E2
Gone out of sight	E2
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At last conceive her rising from the ground	F2
Weary of sitting on her russet clothing	O
And looking round	F2
Where rest was to be found	F2
There was no house no villa there no nothing	O
No house	T
The change was quite amazing	O
It made her senses stagger for a minute	H
The riddle's explication seemed to harden	J
But soon her superannuated nous	T
Explain'd the horrid mystery and raising	O
Her hand to heaven with the cabbage in it	G2
On which she meant to sup	H2
Well this is Fairy work I'll bet a farden	J
Little Prince Silverwings has ketch'd me up	H2
And set me down in some one else's garden	J

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