THE BROKEN CRUTCH. A TALE
‘I tell you, Peggy,’ said a voice behind
A hawthorn hedge, with wild briars thick entwin’d,
Where unseen trav’llers down a shady way
Journey’d beside the swaths of new-mown hay,
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In the descriptive ballad which follows, it will be evident that I have endeavoured
to preserve the style of a gossip, and to transmit the memorial of a custom, the extent
or antiquity of which I am not acquainted with, and pretend not to inquire.