I am a bold fellow
As ever was seen,
With my shield of yellow,
And my blade of green.
You may uproot me
From field and from lane;
Trample me, cut me,
I spring up again.
I never flinch, sir;
Wherever I dwell;
Give me an inch, sir,
I'll soon take an ell.
Drive me from garden
In anger and pride,
I'll thrive and harden
By the roadside.
Not a bit fearful,
Showing my face,
Always so cheerful,
In every place.
-Dinah Mulock Craik
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