Peter Faultless to his brother Simon tales of night, in rhyme, and other poems. By the author of Night [i.e. Ebenezer Elliott] |
Peter Faultless to his brother Simon | ||
XXI. JACOB'S SONG.
“Said young Nell to her husband old,While on stout Jem she smil'd;
“Thy back and belly both are cold,
And time hath thee beguil'd;
And Joe, when back won't warm the bed,
Nor belly warm the broth,
Is't not high time that grace were said?
Alack, alack for both!”
Peter Faultless to his brother Simon | ||