Show fram charles new volume ol 01 wp poems oems i makers of game laws the merry brown hares came leaping 0 over the crest west of the hill where the clover and corn lay sleeping under the moonlight still stilt leaping late and early till under their bite and their tread the swedes and the wheat and the barley lay cankered and trampled and dead A poachers poachers widow sat bat sighing on a the side of the white chalk bank where under the bloomy gloomy fir woods one spot in the ley ey throve rank she watched a long tuft of clover where rabbit caare fornare never ran for its black sour haulm coverd covered over the blood of a murdered man she thought of the dark plantation and the hares and her husbands blood and the voice of her indignation rose up ta the throne of god 11 1 I am long past wailing and whining I 1 have wept too much muc I 1 in my life ive had twenty years of pin pining mf ng As an english 0 laborers wife A laborer ir in christian england where they cant of a Sav saviors lors lorb name and yet waste mens lives like the hermins ver mins for a few more brace of game theres blood in your new foreign shrubs s squire ire lre reNu The theres lood on your pointers poin tera f feet beet theres blood on the game you sell sq squire aire and theres blood on the game you eat you have sold the laboring man squire body and soul to shame to antto pa pax pay for your seat inthe house squire and to pay for the feed of your game you made him a poacher yourself squire when give neither work nor meat and your barley fed hares robbed the garden at our starving 0 childrens feet when packed in one reeking chamber man maid mother and little ones lay antle the rain pattered in on the rotten bride 1 bed and the walls let in the day when we lay in the burning burning fever on the mud of the cold clay floor till you parted us all for three months squire at the cursed workhouse work house door we quarreled like brutes and who wonder what self respect could we keep worse housed than your hacks and your poin worse fed than your clogs hogs and your sheep our daughters with baseborn base born babies have wandered away in their shame if your misses had slept siept squire where they tiley adl did your misses might do the same can your lady patch hearts that are breaking with handfuls of coal and rice or by b dealing dealin out U 1 flannel and sheeting A littie little belio bello below 1 cost price you may tire of the jail and the workhouse and take to allotments and schools but youve run up a debt that will ivill never be repaid us by penny fenny club rules in the seas orlof shame ad send sadness in the dark and the dreary day whan scrofula gout and madness are eating your race away when to kennels and liveried varlets carlets you b have ave cast your daugh daughters bread and worn out with liquor and harlots your heir at your feet lies lieg dead when your youngest the mealy mouthed rector lets your soul rot asleep to the grave you will findan your god the protector of the freeman you fancied your slave she looked at the tuft of clover and we wept pt till her heart grew light and at last when her passion panion was over went wandering 0 into the night but the merry brown hares bares came leaping over the uplands still capre the clover and corn lay sleeping on the side of the white chalk hill |