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Take now a country mood, / Resolve, distil it: -- / Nine Acre swaying alive, / June flowers that fill it,
Spicy sweet-briar bush, / The uneasy wren / Fluttering from ash to birch / And back again,
Milkwort on its low stem, / Spread hawthorn tree, / Sunlight patching the wood, / A hive-bound bee.
Girls riding nim-nim-nim, / Ladies, trot-trot, / Gentlemen hard at gallop, / Shouting, steam-hot.
Now over the rough turf / Bridles go jingle, / And there's a well loved pool, / By Fox's Dingle,
Where Sweetheart, my brown mare, / Old Glory's daughter, / May loll her leathern tongue / In snow-cool water.