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From muddy road to muddy lane I plodded through the falling rain; For miles and miles was nothing there But mist, and mud, and hedges bare.
At length approaching I espied Two gipsy women side by side; They turned their faces broad and bold And brown and freshened by the cold, And stared at me in gipsy wise With shrewd, unfriendly, savage eyes.