Did goo his mill by cloty Stour.

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THE LARK.

As I, below the mornèn sky,

Wer out a workèn in the lew

O' black-stemm'd thorns, a-springèn high,

Avore the worold-boundèn blue,

A-reäkèn, under woak tree boughs,

The orts a-left behin' by cows.