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    mithe

    prima dell’alba Tom era andato

    Old Maggot slept at last in chair beside the embers.
    Ere dawn Tom was gone: as dreams one half remembers,
    some merry, some sad, and some of hidden warning.
    None heard the door unlocked; a shower of rain at morning
    his footprints washed away, at Mithe he left no traces,
    at Hays-end they heard no song nor sound of heavy paces.
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    Ora un boccale mi devi

    ‘Well, well. Muddy-feet! From one that’s late for meeting
    away back by the Mithe that’s a surly greeting!
    You old farmer fat that cannot walk for wheezing,
    cart-drawn like a sack, ought to be more pleasing.
    Penny-wise tub-on-legs! A beggar can’t be chooser,
    or else I’d bid you go, and you would be the loser.
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    nessuno a salutarlo c’era

    ‘You may call, Woodman Tom. And you can talk your beard off.
    Three arrows in your hat! You we’re not afeared of!
    Where would you go to now? If for beer you’re making,
    the barrels aint deep enough in Breredon for your slaking!’
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    Terra di Buck

     Nos. 1 and 2 evidently come from the Buckland. They show more knowledge of that country, and of the Dingle, the wooded valley of the Withywindle, {Grindwall was a small port on the north bank of the Withywindle; it was located outside the Barrier and was therefore well guarded and protected by a grind or fence that extended into the water.
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