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AND COUNTRY ROADS Eleanor Farjeon But the country has roads. In the country one meets Blue carts with their loads Of sweet-smelling hay, And mangolds, and grain: Oh, take me away To the country again! In the city one sees Big trams rattle by, And the breath of the chimneys That blot out the sky, And all down the pavements Stiff lamp-posts one sees— But the country has hedgerows, The country has trees. As sweet as the sun In the country is rain: Oh, take me away To the country again! |