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1793–1864

Country Letter

John Clare

Dear brother robin this comes from us all With our kind love and could Gip write and all Though but a dog he'd have his love to spare For still he knows and by your corner chair

The moment he comes in he lyes him down And seems to fancy you are in the town. This leaves us well in health thank God for that For old acquaintance Sue has kept your hat

Which mother brushes ere she lays it bye And every sunday goes upstairs to cry Jane still is yours till you come back agen And neer so much as dances with the men

And ned the woodman every week comes in And asks about you kindly as our kin And he with this and goody Thompson sends Remembrances with those of all our friends

Father with us sends love untill he hears And mother she has nothing but her tears Yet wishes you like us in health the same And longs to see a letter with your name

So loving brother do n't forget to write Old Gip lies on the hearth stone every night Mother can n't bear to turn him out of doors And never noises now of dirty floors

Father will laugh but lets her have her way And Gip for kindness get a double pay So Robin write and let us quickly see You do n't forget old friends no more than we

Nor let my mother have so much to blame To go three journeys ere your letter came.

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