...gloomy, melancholy Scene, Fit only to provoke the Mufe's Spleen. When footy Peafe we threfli, you fcarce can know Our native Colour, as from Work we go : The Sweat, the Duft, and fuffccating Smoke, Make us fo much like Etbiofians look, We fcare our Wives, when Ev'ning...

...Duft, and fuffocating Smoke, Make ,us fo much like Ethiopians look, We fcare our Wives, when Ev'ning brings us home ; And frighted Infants think the Bugbear come. Week after Week, we this dull Talk purfue, Unlefs when winn'wing Days produce a new ; A new, indeed, but frequently a worfe ! The...

...gloomy, melancholy Scene, Fit only to provoke the Mufe's Spleen. When footy Peafe we threfh, you fcarce can know Our native Colour, as from Work we go : The Sweat, the Duft, and fuffocating Smoke, Make us fo much like Ethiopians look, We fcare our Wives, when Evening...

...look gay ; Tis all a gloomy, melancholy scene, Fit only to provoke the Muse's spleen. 821-12 H WTien sooty pease we thresh, you scarce can know Our native...evening brings us home, And frighted infants think the bughear come. Week after week we this dull task pursue, Unless when winnowing days produce a new :...

...Spring: No fountains murmur here, no lambkins play, No linnets warble and no fields look gay. . . . When sooty pease we thresh, you scarce can know Our native colour, as from work we go; The sweat, and dust, and suffocating smoke, Make us so much like Ethiopians look; We scare our wives, when evening...

...and no Fields look gay; 'Tis all a gloomy, melancholy Scene, Fit only to provoke the Muse's Spleen. When sooty Pease we thresh, you scarce can know Our...much like Ethiopians look. We scare our Wives, when Ev'ning brings us home; And frighted Infants think the Bugbear come. Week after Week, we this dull...

...and no Fields look gay; 'Tis all a gloomy, melancholy Scene, Fit only to provoke the Muse's Spleen. When sooty Pease we thresh, you scarce can know Our...from Work we go: The Sweat, the Dust, and suffocating Smoak, Make us so much like Ethiopians look, We scare our Wives, when Ev'ning brings us home; And frighted...

...and no Fields look gay; Tis all a dull and melancholy Scene, Fit only to provoke the Muses Spleen. When sooty Pease we thresh; you scarce can know Our native Colour, as from Work we go; The Sweat, and Dust, and suffocating Smoke, Make us so much like Ethiopians look: (17) While "Shepherds" can "tell...

...says the poor misplaced poet significantly. ' When sooty peas we thresh,' he continues his complaint, You scarce can know Our native colour as from work we go, The sweat, the dust, the suffocating smoke Make us so much like Ethiopians look ; We scare our wives when evening brings...