Crookd pads

Labour sought a sheltering place

Neath some thick wood woven bower

While odd rain drops dampt his face

Heralds of the coming shower

Where the oak plank crosst the stream

Which the early rising lass

Climbs each morn wi gathering cream

Crookd pads tracking thro the grass

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