Fly Leaves by Charles Stuart Calverley
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page 23 of 78 (29%)
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Of 'bacco; he acceded;
He grew communicative too, (A pipe was all he needed,) Till of the tinker's life, I think, I knew as much as he did. "I loiter down by thorp and town; For any job I'm willing; Take here and there a dusty brown, And here and there a shilling. "I deal in every ware in turn, I've rings for buddin' Sally That sparkle like those eyes of her'n; I've liquor for the valet. "I steal from th' parson's strawberry-plots, I hide by th' squire's covers; I teach the sweet young housemaids what's The art of trapping lovers. "The things I've done 'neath moon and stars Have got me into messes: I've seen the sky through prison bars. I've torn up prison dresses. "I've sat, I've sigh'd, I've gloom'd, I've glanced With envy at the swallows That through the window slid, and danced |
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