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The Hayloft
Project Gutenberg #136
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Source: Project Gutenberg #136 Source URL: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/136 Public domain basis: Public-domain English poems by Robert Louis Stevenson (1885). Coverage: Complete individual poem extracted from parent edition a-childs-garden-of-verses at bytes 26880-27580; checksum e2038300c387e6d44ea627e257be1fbb5d41906e2d7fdf26d5bdd9432fc4609e.
# The Hayloft
The Hayloft
Through all the pleasant meadow-side The grass grew shoulder-high, Till the shining scythes went far and wide And cut it down to dry.
Those green and sweetly smelling crops They led in waggons home; And they piled them here in mountain tops For mountaineers to roam.
Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail, Mount Eagle and Mount High;-- The mice that in these mountains dwell, No happier are than I!
Oh, what a joy to clamber there, Oh, what a place for play, With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air, The happy hills of hay!
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