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The plonghboy whistled behind hi* plough, For his lungs were sound and'he had no cough; 4<i -■;, He guided his team with a pliant -bough i And watered his team 1^ tJie wayside trough. ii. The soil was hard for the land was rough — It lay on the shores of an Irish lough— But his well-fed team was stout and tough, And he plied his bough to flank and hough. in. He tolled all day, and the crow and chough Flew round his head, though he oft cried shough. But his plough at eve struck a hidden sough With a force that sent his share clean through. IV. The frightened team ran off with the plough, With the speed of the wind from the ploughboy, though He shouted Whoa ! And into a slough, It plunged where the mud wa« soft as dough. v. The ploughboy wept for the wreck wa thorough — fie fled that night from the farm in the borough. — Boston Courier.
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Grey River Argus, Volume XXXIII, Issue 5558, 28 July 1886, Page 4
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163OUGH. Grey River Argus, Volume XXXIII, Issue 5558, 28 July 1886, Page 4
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