Riley farm-rhymes . best goggle-eye !—but youCant lay hands on joys I feelNiliblin like they ust to do !So, in memory, to-daySame old ripple lips awayAt my cork and sag-gin line,Up and down old Brandy wine ! There the logs is, round the hill, A\diere Old Irvin ust to liftOut sunfish from daylight till Dewfall—fore hed leave The DriftAnd give us a chance—and thenKindo fish back home again,Kctchin em jes left and right^\here i^c hadnt got a bite ! Er, way windin out and in,— Old path though the iurnweeds And dog-fennel to ver chin—? Then come suddent, though the reeds 140.

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