I cross'd my native fields where the scarlet poppies grew
& the ground lark left his nest like a neighbour which I knew
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping o'er the grain
Like lots of dear old neighbours whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore
The sun was just a rising above the heath o' furze
& the shadows grow to giants that bright ball never stirs
There lay the shepherds with their dogs by their side
& they started up and bark'd as my shadow they espied
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