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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.