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LOLLINGDON DOWNS
XXI
No man takes the farm,
Nothing grows there,
The ivy's arm
Strangles the rose there.
Old Farmer Kyrle
Farmed there the last;
He beat his girl;
(It's seven years past).
After market it was
He beat his girl;
He liked his glass,
Old Farmer Kyrle.
Old Kyrle's son
Said to his father,
"Now, dad, you ha' done,
I'll kill you rather.
"Stop beating sister
Or by God I'll kill you."
Kyrle was full of liquor.
Old Kyrle said, "Will you?"
