- Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown
- One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
- Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan,
- One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
- My mad singing startles the valleys and hills:
- One warbling for the mere bright day’s delight,
- Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown
- One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
- Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan,
- One like a wombat prowl’d obtuse and furry,