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What time the woodlands hides the sun & Nathans dirty works near done When cows are drovd to milking up & hogs are calld on swill to sup & nogs of hay on ploughmens backs Tempt horses to their nightly racks & beast which nought but want can draw Lunge brousing round their cribs of straw What time gen out the threshing clown Wi in his corner drops him down & sups him oer his porridge free & gossips chattering oer their tea <span style="font-family: inherit;"