THE BLOOMING EVERGREEN 



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" Loik dangling of a babby, then the Huntsman 



hove hnn up, 

 The dugs a-baying roind him, while the gemman 



croid ' Whoo-hup ! ' 

 As doesome cawves lick fleetings out o' th' piggin in 



the shed. 

 They worried every inch of him, aw but his tail an' yed. 



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" Now, missis, sin' the markets be a-doing moderate 



well, 

 Oiv welly maid my moind up just to buoy a nag mysel; 

 For to keep a farmer's spirits up 'gen things be 



gettin low, 

 Theer's nothin loik Fox-huntin' and a rattling 



Tally-ho ! " 

 1853. 



The Blooming Rvergree?i 



I 



ERE the adventurers, nicknamed Plantagenet, 

 Buckled the helm on, their foes to dismay. 

 They pluck'd a broom-sprig which they wore as a 

 badge in it, 

 Meaning thereby they would sweep them away. 

 Long the genista shall flourish in story. 



Green as the laurels their chivalry won ; 

 As the broom-sprig excited those heroes to glory, 

 May the gorse-plant encourage our foxes to run. 



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