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Song XXX. THE BRAWN.
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 | The songs of Joseph Mather |  |
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Song XXX. THE BRAWN.
Good people I pray you draw near,
And I'll read you a riddle of mine;
It is of a brawn as you hear,
Whose picture hangs up for a sign;
The sign it is fair to be seen,
And to know where he lives you may lack,
It is down by the West-bar green,
Where he hangs with his hull on his back.
And I'll read you a riddle of mine;
It is of a brawn as you hear,
Whose picture hangs up for a sign;
The sign it is fair to be seen,
And to know where he lives you may lack,
It is down by the West-bar green,
Where he hangs with his hull on his back.
This brawn he is vicious and stout,
Two steps there go up to his hull,
He'll tumble you neck and heels out,
When with swillings your belly is full.
I'd have you beware of his tushes,
For I make no doubt as I'm told,
But some part or other he crushes,
If once he does fairly lay hold.
Two steps there go up to his hull,
He'll tumble you neck and heels out,
When with swillings your belly is full.
I'd have you beware of his tushes,
For I make no doubt as I'm told,
But some part or other he crushes,
If once he does fairly lay hold.
I've heard people say very oft,
A mechanic he was to be made,
But he was so peevish and soft,
He never could master his trade,
At length being tired of his station,
Resolved he was in his mind,
To travel from nation to nation,
Till some better place he could find.
A mechanic he was to be made,
But he was so peevish and soft,
He never could master his trade,
At length being tired of his station,
Resolved he was in his mind,
To travel from nation to nation,
Till some better place he could find.
At Gib' he arrived at last,
And by cheating poor soldiers there,
He gather'd up acorns so fast,
They served him for many a year.
Being puff'd up with beggarly pride,
And ill-gotten treasure in store,
He's lately come here to reside,
And he lives where I told you before.
And by cheating poor soldiers there,
He gather'd up acorns so fast,
They served him for many a year.
Being puff'd up with beggarly pride,
And ill-gotten treasure in store,
He's lately come here to reside,
And he lives where I told you before.
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He has an old sow of his own,
But she does not satisfy him;
So he ranges all over the town,
A seeking some others to brim;
He at length found the gingerbread baker,
And his substance upon her does spend;
He swears he will never forsake her,
Until he has gained his end.
But she does not satisfy him;
So he ranges all over the town,
A seeking some others to brim;
He at length found the gingerbread baker,
And his substance upon her does spend;
He swears he will never forsake her,
Until he has gained his end.
| The songs of Joseph Mather | |