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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Otter Hunting In Ribblesdale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through yon little planting, by yonder streamside,<br>Where Ribble's sweet waters flow softly and wide,<br>While the dew's on the meadows it's up and away,<br>A-hunting the otter at break o' the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">0 hear the glad music of horn and of hound;<br>0 hear how they welcome in day with the sound:<br>0 hear how the valley is loud with the strain<br>And the woodlands give answer with echo again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come rise up full soon, come rise up and go,<br>The mist's on the hill and the river runs low:<br>While the dew's on the meadows it's up and away<br>A-hunting the otter at break o' the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Ribble, sun-chequered, slides joyfully down<br>Which late thro' the bridges roared foaming and brown:<br>Now hot lies the scent, and the morning is still, &mdash<br>Hark for'ard, good hounds, to a view and a kill!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A health to good fellowship fill we now high,<br>You true-hearted sportsmen afar and anigh,<br>Here's many a good chase when the morning is grey,<br>A-hunting the otter at break o' the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Cicely+Fox+Smith">Cicely Fox Smith</a><div class=q>
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