The Woodmans Song

By John Clare

The woodman, O the woodman's round, And the woodman's round alone, For of all the trades that go the ground, There's none like his own. His crook is the bow, his hook is the bill, His task is all the day; And though he must climb the woodland hill, Yet merrily, oh, merrily Goes the woodman's song, As he drives the long day round, And fells the trees that stood so strong, But now lie on the ground.
Written: 1830-01-01

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Poem Details

Date Written: 1830-01-01
Date Published: 1830-01-01
Language: English
Keywords: Woodman, Nature, Work, Rural Life, Song
Source: Manuscript
Publisher: J. Clare
Rights/Permissions: Public Domain

Analysis & Notes:
A lively song that celebrates the life and work of the woodman, reflecting Clare's appreciation for the simple yet fulfilling tasks of rural life.