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32 lines
1.1 KiB
Plaintext
1816
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OVER THE HILL AND OVER THE DALE
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by John Keats
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Over the hill and over the dale,
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And over the bourn to Dawlish-
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Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale
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And gingerbread nuts are smallish.
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Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill
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And kicked up her petticoats fairly;
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Says I I'll be Jack if you will be Gill-
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So she sat on the grass debonairly.
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Here's somebody coming, here's somebody coming!
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Says I 'tis the wind at a parley;
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So without any fuss any hawing and humming
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She lay on the grass debonairly.
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Here's somebody here and here's somebody there!
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Says I hold your tongue you young Gipsey;
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So she held her tongue and lay plump and fair
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And dead as a Venus tipsy.
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O who wouldn't hie to Dawlish fair,
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O who wouldn't stop in a Meadow,
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O who would not rumple the daisies there
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And make the wild fern for a bed do!
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THE END
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