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ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN
Ay, the ball is flying,
The lads play heart and soul, The goal stands up, the keeper
Stands up to keep the goal.
'Is my girl happy,
That 1 thought haid to leave, And has she tired of weeping
As she lies down at eve?'
Ay, she lies down lightly, She lies not down to weep:
Your girl is well contented. Be still, my lad, and bleep.
'Is my friend hearty,
Now I am thin and pine,
And has he found to bleep in A better bed than mme ?)
Yes, lad, I he easy,
I lie as lads would choose; I cheer a dead man'b sweetheart,
Never ask me whobe.
��BLISS CARMAN 880 A Northern Vigil
"ERE by the grey north sea,
In the wintry heart of the wild, Comes the old dream of thce, Guendolen, mistress and child.
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