Peter Faultless to his brother Simon tales of night, in rhyme, and other poems. By the author of Night [i.e. Ebenezer Elliott] |
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“The flood,” she answer'd, “is abroad,And peril haunts the buried road.
The ferryman hath left his boat,
Which hath not, this day, earn'd a groat,
And now in Mexbro, with his wench,
Tipsy, he sits on the alehouse bench.”
Peter Faultless to his brother Simon | ||