Lord Alfred Tennyson

An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
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An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For she hedn't naw coomfut in 'er, an' arn'd naw thanks fur 'er
paains.

Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.

Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.

Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning read more

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.