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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JACOB'S SONG. |
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![]() | 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 | ![]() |