
Julie-Jane Thomas Hardy
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Sing; how 'a would sing!
  How 'a would raise the tune
When we rode in the waggon from harvesting
    By the light o' the moon!
  Dance; how 'a would dance!
  If a fiddlestring did but sound
She would hold out her coats, give a slanting glance,
    And go round and round.
  Laugh; how 'a would laugh!
  Her peony lips would part
As if none such a place for a lover to quaff
    At the deeps of a heart.
  Julie, O girl of joy,
  Soon, soon that lover he came.
Ah, yes; and gave thee a baby-boy,
    But never his name . . .
  —Tolling for her, as you guess;
  And the baby too . . . 'Tis well.
You knew her in maidhood likewise?—Yes,
    That's her burial bell.
  "I suppose," with a laugh, she said,
  "I should blush that I'm not a wife;
But how can it matter, so soon to be dead,
    What one does in life!"
  How 'a would raise the tune
When we rode in the waggon from harvesting
    By the light o' the moon!
  Dance; how 'a would dance!
  If a fiddlestring did but sound
She would hold out her coats, give a slanting glance,
    And go round and round.
  Laugh; how 'a would laugh!
  Her peony lips would part
As if none such a place for a lover to quaff
    At the deeps of a heart.
  Julie, O girl of joy,
  Soon, soon that lover he came.
Ah, yes; and gave thee a baby-boy,
    But never his name . . .
  —Tolling for her, as you guess;
  And the baby too . . . 'Tis well.
You knew her in maidhood likewise?—Yes,
    That's her burial bell.
  "I suppose," with a laugh, she said,
  "I should blush that I'm not a wife;
But how can it matter, so soon to be dead,
    What one does in life!"
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