Boys at Play

Here lies the gem & happiness of life
The foot beat play ground of the village boys
Eccho is weary of the rapterous strife
& almost swoons neath the excessive noise
Some race at leap frog oer each others backs
Some race their shadows in the evening sun
Some play at Hare & Hounds a noisey pack
Or duck duck under water shout & run
Others at Hopskotch try their cautious skill
Or nine peg morris cut on grassy hill
Astraddle upon clapping gates some swee
Or tye the branches down of willow tree
—A passing bell wakes not a deeper sigh
Then the remembrances of days gone bye.
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