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William Winters 1791
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That night, as black as Coal hewerâs hands
 A sliver of moonlight edged the darkened cloud
A heavy fall of August rain fell onto the moor
That washed their faces, though heads were bowed
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Her small cottage doubled as a village shop
High upon Northumberlandâs, Elsden Moor,Â
Mistress Crozier warmed by the heat of her fire.Â
Heard a loud knock knock knocking, on the wood...
Friday 4th August 2023 5:18 pm
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