Evening

What time the woodlands hides the sun 
& Nathans dirty works near done 
When cows are drovd to milking up 
& hogs are calld on swill to sup 
& nogs of hay on ploughmens backs 
Tempt horses to their nightly racks 
& beast which nought but want can draw 
Lunge brousing round their cribs of straw 
What time gen out the threshing clown 
Wi in his corner drops him down 
& sups him oer his porridge free 
& gossips chattering oer their tea

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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