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THE GREETING by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON

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First Line: WHAT FETTLE, MATE?' TO ME HE SAID
Last Line: "WHAT FETTLE, MATE?"
"What fettle, mate?" to me he said
As he went by
With lifted head
And laughing eye,
Where, black against the dawning red,
The pit-heaps cut the sky:
"What fettle, mate?"

"What fettle, mate?" to him I said,
As he went by
With shrouded head
And darkened eye,
Borne homeward by his marrows, dead
Beneath the noonday sky:
"What fettle, mate?"



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