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THE Aroostook Woops. 


Here’s the deer trail, plain to see, 
And where they tarry for a drink ; 
A steel trap hangs behind a tree, 
To set for martin or for mink. 
Where the spruce logs once were piled up, 
Awaiting snows for road to stream, 
Grow the birches, many a fine group, 
Here are partridge often seen. 
These sunny spots near brook or spring 
The partridge love, some birchen mound ; 
If but one escapes by taking wing 
He brings a mate to this loved ground. 
Here the old camp once was standing, 
Now thrifty birches, second growth ; 
Here cronies see the partridge budding 
As they are passing back and forth. 
And after feeding from the birch top, E 
Eating birch buds in the sun, 
They all sit happy on a hillock, 
Wrapped in sunshine every one. 
Each way running from old camping 
Are grassy old roads, sunny, green ; 
Running in and out, and branching, 
Often here a deer is seen. 
On these old roads, grass, and clover, 
With sunny openings, shady cover ; 
Such pleasant spots have many a lover, 
Enticing every wild-wood rover. 
