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- 1816
- OVER THE HILL AND OVER THE DALE
- by John Keats
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- Over the hill and over the dale,
- And over the bourn to Dawlish-
- Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale
- And gingerbread nuts are smallish.
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- Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill
- And kicked up her petticoats fairly;
- Says I I'll be Jack if you will be Gill-
- So she sat on the grass debonairly.
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- Here's somebody coming, here's somebody coming!
- Says I 'tis the wind at a parley;
- So without any fuss any hawing and humming
- She lay on the grass debonairly.
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- Here's somebody here and here's somebody there!
- Says I hold your tongue you young Gipsey;
- So she held her tongue and lay plump and fair
- And dead as a Venus tipsy.
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- O who wouldn't hie to Dawlish fair,
- O who wouldn't stop in a Meadow,
- O who would not rumple the daisies there
- And make the wild fern for a bed do!
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- THE END
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