By the Rev. Mr. C - ;
Hey, Giles! in what new garb art dresst?
For Lads like you methinks a bold one;
I'm glad to see thee so caresst;
But, hark ye! - don't despise your old one.
Thou'rt not the first by many, a Boy
Who've found abroad good friends to own 'em;
Then, in such Coats have shown their joy,
E'en their own Fathers have not known 'em.
On Hearing The Translation Of Part Of The Farmer's Boy Into Latin
Robert Bloomfield
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