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I'm stewing in a brick-built town; / My coat is quite a stylish cut, / And, morn and even, up and down, / I travel in a common rut; / But as the city sounds recede, / In dreamy moods I sometimes see / A vision of a busy lead, / And hear its voices calling me.
My flaccid muscles seem to tweak / To feel the windlass pall and strain, / To shake the cradle by the creek, / And puddle at the 'tom' again. / I'd gladly sling this musty shop / To see the sluicing waters flow -- / A pile of tucker, dirt on top, / And simply Lord knows what below.