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A Shropshire Lad/This time of year a twelvemonth past

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498390A Shropshire Lad — XXVAlfred Edward Housman
XXV
This time of year a twelvemonth past,When Fred and I would meet,We needs must jangle, till at lastWe fought and I was beat.
So then the summer fields about,Till rainy days began,Rose Harland on her Sundays outWalked with the better man.
The better man she walks with still,Though now 't is not with Fred:A lad that lives and has his willIs worth a dozen dead.
Fred keeps the house all kinds of weather,And clay's the house he keeps;When Rose and I walk out togetherStock-still lies Fred and sleeps.