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Laughing they drove away, in Rushey never halting,
though the inn open stood and they could smell the mailing.
They turned down Maggot’s Lane, rattling and bumping,
Tom in the farmer’s cart dancing round and jumping.
Stars shone on Bamfurlong, and Maggot’s house was lighted;
fire in the kitchen burned to welcome the benighted.
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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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Birra della Contea

Tom slumped along the road, as the light was failing.
Rushey lamps gleamed ahead. He heard a voice him hailing.
‘Whoa there!’ Ponies stopped, wheels halted sliding.
Tom went plodding past. never looked beside him.
‘Ho there! beggarman tramping in the Marish!
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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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Non siate così allegri, voi panciuti nanetti!

Tom came to Withy-weir. Down the river rushing
foamed into Windle-reach, a-bubbling and a-splashing;
bore Tom over stone spinning like a windfall,
bobbing like a bottle-cork, to the hythe at Grindwall.
Hoy! Here’s Woodman Tom with his bill-beard on!’
laughed all the little folk of Hays-end and Breredon.
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Cigno, senti della tua piuma la mancanza?

Old Swan of Elvet-isle sailed past him proudly,
gave Tom a black look, snorted at him loudly.
Tom laughed: ‘You old cob, do you miss your feather?
Give me a new one then! The old was worn by weather.
Could you speak a fair word, I would love you dearer:
long neck and dumb throat, but still a haughty sneerer!
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vide bolle frementi

Rings swirled round his boat, he saw the bubbles quiver.
Tom slapped his oar, smack! at a shadow in the river.
‘Hoosh! Tom Bombadil! ‘Tis long since last I met you.
Turned water-boatman, eh? What if I upset you?’
‘What? Why, Whisker-lad, I’d ride you down the river.
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Il tuo augurio ti puoi tenere!

‘Talk less, Fisher Blue! Keep your kindly wishes!
Fly off and preen yourself with the bones of fishes!
Gay lord on your bough, at home a dirty varlet
living in a sloven house, though your breast be scarlet.
I’ve heard of fisher-birds beak in air a-dangling
to show how the wind is set: that’s an end of angling!’
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