The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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DICKS OPINION
A Simille after the Manner of Peter Pindar
One Morning in summer two Boys went a tenting
Three Calves and a Donk' that till then stood at tether
And none can immagine what they'll be inventing
When Boys so audacious assemble together
Three Calves and a Donk' that till then stood at tether
And none can immagine what they'll be inventing
When Boys so audacious assemble together
Tho their job even nothing as so't might be seeming
And their flock tho a motley collection so Small
Yet Lawrence bid Wages and they must be scheeming
An easier still to do nothing at all
And their flock tho a motley collection so Small
Yet Lawrence bid Wages and they must be scheeming
An easier still to do nothing at all
‘Do yah think’ then says one ‘We will stan’ this D*md bustle
And be hamper'd & bother'd spoiling sport as we do
One can't play at ring-taw nor yet pick-&-hustle
Wi' out having somwere or other to go
And be hamper'd & bother'd spoiling sport as we do
One can't play at ring-taw nor yet pick-&-hustle
Wi' out having somwere or other to go
‘No no Bob we'll presently alter't’ says Dick
And ne'er be plagu'd so wi' sich poor scrating devils
I'll soon fix a plan for their galloping tricks
And at once put an end to their progress & travels
And ne'er be plagu'd so wi' sich poor scrating devils
I'll soon fix a plan for their galloping tricks
And at once put an end to their progress & travels
I've just got a Method jump't into my nob
My Donkey yah know's pretty us'd to a tether
And them Calves o yah'n tho they seem the worst job
We'll pen 'em all up in a Corner to gether
My Donkey yah know's pretty us'd to a tether
And them Calves o yah'n tho they seem the worst job
We'll pen 'em all up in a Corner to gether
The scheme was adopted and instant begun
Which the Calves little likeing—tried to shun it in vain
And poor Viscious who hop'd of his hardships being done
Went hanging his ears to his tethers again
Which the Calves little likeing—tried to shun it in vain
And poor Viscious who hop'd of his hardships being done
Went hanging his ears to his tethers again
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The pen of a shepherd batterd up like a pound
Just suited the Boys for their job ready done
And here soon as they had repaired it round
They drove in their Cattle & laughd at the fun
Just suited the Boys for their job ready done
And here soon as they had repaired it round
They drove in their Cattle & laughd at the fun
‘What a stud!’ one exclaims ‘stud!’ ah ah laughs the other
‘Three calves & a donkey pin'd up in a pound’
‘All my Life d*m m[e] if ever I see sich anuther
‘Nor the oldest man living never did I'll be boun’
‘Three calves & a donkey pin'd up in a pound’
‘All my Life d*m m[e] if ever I see sich anuther
‘Nor the oldest man living never did I'll be boun’
Yah may talk as yah please about this that & tother
& make what yah will of a donkey & calf
But I say they look squinting one at another
Like M---b*rs of P---y---nt sooner behalf
& make what yah will of a donkey & calf
But I say they look squinting one at another
Like M---b*rs of P---y---nt sooner behalf
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