| I hoed and trenched and weeded |
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| When I was one-and-twenty |
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| Oh, when I was in love with you |
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| To an Athlete Dying Young - |
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| Bredon Hill - |
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| Along the field as we came by |
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| Is my team ploughing |
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| Others, I am not the first |
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| On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble |
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| From far, from eve and morning |
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