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THE BAD SQUIRE.
THE merry brown hares came leaping Over the crest of the hill,Where the clover and corn lay sleeping Under the moonlight still.
Leaping late and early, Till under their bite and their treadThe swedes and the wheat and the barley Lay cankered and trampled and dead.
A poacher's widow sat sighing On the side of the white chalk bank,Where under the gloomy fir-woods One spot in the ley throve rank.
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