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Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
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An October's day, towards evening
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Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
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Salt on a deep chest seasoning
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Last of the line at an honest day's toil
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Turning the deep sod under
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Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
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Flies at the nostrils plunder.
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The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
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with the Shire on his feathers floating
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Hauling soft timber into the dusk
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to bed on a warm straw coating.
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Heavy Horses, move the land under me
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Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
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Now you're down to the few
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And there's no work to do