Tho' many rich pastures were near,

    Where Cowslips and Daffodils grew;

  And tho' such gallant flow'rs were our choice,

    It was bliss interrupted by Fear—

  The Fear of their Owner's dread voice,

    Harshly bawling "You've no business here."

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  While the Green, tho' but Daisies it's boast,

    Was free as the Flow'rs to the Bee;

  In all seasons the Green we lov'd most,

    Because on the Green we were free;

  'Twas the prospect that first met my eyes,

    And Memory still blesses the scene;

  For early my heart learnt to prize

    The Freedom of Honington Green.

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  No Peasant had pin'd at his lot,

    Tho' new fences the lone Heath enclose:

  For, alas! the blest days are forgot,

    When poor Men had their Sheep and their Cows.

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