Last week I passed through Charleville
And many a sight I spied.
Castle towers and shady bowers,
And lawns extending wide
And lawns extending wide my boys,
Where the deer bounds fair and free.
And the wild fowl run in the noon day sun in sweet security.
But near the gate I must relate
I met an aged man. And I said
Where are those people gone
Pray tell me if you can.
And where-fore this deserted house
Through the roof the rain comes
down. Behold the bailiffs work he said
And he cursed the agent Brown
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