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1770–1850

THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT

William Wordsworth

‘ Ah! if I were a lady gay I should not grieve with thee to play; Right gladly would I lie awake Thy lively spirits to partake,

And ask no better cheer. But, Babe! there's none to work for me. And I must rise to industry; Soon as the cock begins to crow

Thy mother to the fold must go To tend the sheep and kine.’”

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