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| V | When smoke stood up from Ludlow, | | C | Q |
| V | And mist blew off from Teme, | | C | |
| V | And blithe afield to ploughing | | | |
| V | Against the morning beam | | | Q |
| V | I strode beside my team, | 5 | C | Q |
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| V | The blackbird in the coppice | | | |
| Looked out to see me stride, | | | |
| V | And hearkened as I whistled | | | |
| V | The trampling team beside, | | | Q |
| V | And fluted and replied: | 10 | |
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| "Lie down, lie down, young yeoman; | | | |
| V | What use to rise and rise? | | | |
| V | Rise man a thousand mornings | | | |
| V | Yet down at last he lies, | | | |
| And then the man is wise." | 15 | |
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| V | I heard the tune he sang me, | | | |
| V | And spied his yellow bill; | | | |
| V | I picked a stone and aimed it | | | Q |
| V | And threw it with a will: | | | |
| Then the bird was still. | 20 | |
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| V | Then my soul within me | | | |
| V | Took up the blackbird's strain, | | | |
| V | And still beside the horses | | | |
| V | Along the dewy lane | | | |
| V | It sang the song again: | 25 | |
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| "Lie down, lie down, young yeoman; | | | Q |
| The sun moves always west; | | | |
| V | The road one treads to labour | | | |
| V | Will lead one home to rest, | | | |
| And that will be the best." | 30 | |