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Oh she tripped over Ocknell plain, / And down by Bradley Water; / And the fairest maid on the forest side / Was Jane, the keeper's daughter.
She went and went through the broad gray lawns / As down the red sun sank, / And chill as the scent of a new-made grave / The mist smelt cold and dank.