Hoof plod lanes

O wi thee to meet the breeze

Neath the shade of awthorn trees

By the pastures wilderd round

Where the pissmire hills abound

Where the blushing fin weeds flower

Closes up at evenings hour

Leaving then the green behind

Narrow hoof plod lanes to wind

Oak & ash embowrd beneath

Winding to the lonly heath

Were the unmolested furze

& the burdocks clinging burs

& the briars by freedom sown

Claims the wilderd spots their own

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