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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535338" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Off the Ground</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three jolly Farmers <br>Once bet a pound <br>Each dance the others would <br>Off the ground. <br>Out of their coats <br>They slipped right soon, <br>And neat and nicesome <br>Put each his shoon. <br>One--Two--Three! <br>And away they go, <br>Not too fast, <br>And not too slow; <br>Out from the elm-tree's <br>Noonday shadow, <br>Into the sun <br>And across the meadow. <br>Past the schoolroom, <br>With knees well bent, <br>Fingers a flicking, <br>They dancing went. <br>Up sides and over, <br>And round and round, <br>They crossed click-clacking <br>The Parish bound; <br>By Tupman's meadow <br>They did their mile, <br>Tee-to-tum <br>On a three-barred stile. <br>Then straight through Whipham, <br>Downhill to Week, <br>Footing it lightsome, <br>But not too quick, <br>Up fields to Watchet <br>And on through Wye, <br>Till seven fine churches <br>They'd seen slip by -- <br>Seven fine churches, <br>And five old mills, <br>Farms in the valley, <br>And sheep on the hills; <br>Old Man's Acre <br>And Dead Man's Pool <br>All left behind, <br>As they danced through Wool. <br>And Wool gone by, <br>Like tops that seem <br>To spin in sleep <br>They danced in dream: <br>Withy -- Wellover -- <br>Wassop -- Wo -- <br>Like an old clock <br>Their heels did go. <br>A league and a league <br>And a league they went, <br>And not one weary, <br>And not one spent. <br>And log, and behold! <br>Past Willow-cum-Leigh <br>Stretched with its waters <br>The great green sea. <br>Says Farmer Bates, <br>'I puffs and I blows, <br>What's under the water, <br>Why, no man knows !' <br>Says Farmer Giles, <br>'My mind comes weak, <br>And a good man drownded <br>Is far to seek. ' <br>But Farmer Turvey, <br>On twirling toes, <br>Up's with his gaiters, <br>And in he goes: <br>Down where the mermaids <br>Pluck and play <br>On their twangling harps <br>In a sea-green day; <br>Down where the mermaids <br>Finned and fair, <br>Sleek with their combs <br>Their yellow hair. . . . <br>Bates and Giles -- <br>On the shingle sat, <br>Gazing at Turvey's <br>Floating hat. <br>But never a ripple <br>Nor bubble told <br>Where he was supping <br>Off plates of gold. <br>Never an echo <br>Rilled through the sea <br>Of the feasting and dancing <br>And minstrelsy. <br>They called -- called -- called; <br>Came no reply: <br>Nought but the ripples' <br>Sandy sigh. <br>Then glum and silent <br>They sat instead, <br>Vacantly brooding <br>On home and bed, <br>Till both together <br>Stood up and said: -- <br>'Us knows not, dreams not, <br>Where you be, <br>Turvey, unless <br>In the deep blue sea; <br>But axcusing silver -- <br>And it comes most willing -- <br>Here's us two paying our forty shilling; <br>For it's sartin sure, Turvey, <br>Safe and sound, <br>You danced us a square, Turvey, <br>Off the ground.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+de+la+Mare">Walter de la Mare</a><div class=q>
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Once bet a pound 
Each dance the others would 
Off the ground. 
Out of their coats 
They slipped right soon, 
And neat and nicesome 
Put each his shoon. 
One--Two--Three! 
And away they go, 
Not too fast, 
And not too slow; 
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