But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro.

So thou through windowes of thine age ſhalt ſee, Diſpight of wrinkles this thy goulden time.

Tree don't care what the little bird sings / We go down with the dew in the morning light / The tree don't know what the little bird brings / We go down with the dew in the morning

For millennia, right up until less than one hundred years ago, horses were an essential part of daily life—the smell of horse manure an undercurrent of every human odourscape.