To divide to each rich Man his share;

  It cannot but grieve them to see,

    Where so freely they rambled before,

  What a bare narrow track is left free

    To the foot of the unportion'd Poor.

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  The proud City's gay wealthy train.

    Who nought but refinements adore,

  May wonder to hear me complain

    That Honington Green is no more;

  But if to the Church you e'er went,

    If you knew what the village has been,

  You will sympathize, while I lament

    The Enclosure of Honington Green.

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  That no more upon Honington Green

    Dwells the Matron whom most I revere,

  If by pert observation unseen,

    I e'en now could indulge a fond tear.

  E'er her bright Morn of Life was o'ercast,

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