FARMER DOBBIN 



VI 



They tell us in that outline which the lips of beauty 



show, 

 How Cupid found a model for his heart-subduing 



bow ; 

 The arrows in his quiver are the glances from her eye, 

 A feather from love's wing it is, that makes the 



arrow fly ! 



Farmer Dobbin 



A DAY Wl' THE CHESHUR FOX DUGS 

 1 



" /^^UD mon, it's welly milkin toim, where ever 



V_y 'ast 'ee bin ? 



Thear's slutch upo' thoi coat, oi see, and blood upo' 



thoi chin ; " 

 " Oiv bin to see the gentlefolk o' Cheshur roid a 



run ; 

 Owd wench ! oiv been a-hunting, an' oiv seen some 



rattling fun. 



II 



" Th' owd mare was i' the smithy when the hunts- 

 man hove in view. 



Black Bill agate o' fettling the last nail in her shoe ; 



The cuvver laid so wheam loik, an' so jovial foin the 

 day. 



Says I, ' Owd mare, we'll tak' a fling and see 'em go 

 away.' 



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