As stubborn as the oak that cannot bend
He seeks no master & he has no friend
& round the ground & bawling often goes
& makes a merry feast of roasted sloes
Bawling together all the live long day
A loud & drawling song had all [astray]
& all is joyous music save that noise
That comes in summered oaths from garden boys
Who run & shout yet cannot drive away
The restless sheep from trespass in the hay
Nor make the crops the shallow fold again
So there the stubborn trespassers remain
Altho the water is so shallow
That larger pebbles even lye
Half out of water & their surface dry
Two complete verses and a few odd lines, yet this has been ignored as a ‘fragment’.
I think it’s rather beautiful.
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