Awd Isaac The Steeplechase, and Other Poems; With a Glossary of the Yorkshire Dialect. By John Castillo |
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THE COUNTRY BLUNDER! |
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THE COUNTRY BLUNDER!
Some lines which I have lately penn'd
May prove a caution to a friend;
Indeed as such they are intended,
And to my friends are recommended.
May prove a caution to a friend;
Indeed as such they are intended,
And to my friends are recommended.
But some, though caution'd night and morn,
Will not take heed, howe'er we warn,
But still to make their neighbours fun,
Will obstinately blunder on.
Will not take heed, howe'er we warn,
But still to make their neighbours fun,
Will obstinately blunder on.
A servant man in Glazedale glen,
Did lately shoot a fine pea-hen:
Taking her for a pheasant good,
Lately stray'd from the neighb'ring wood.
Did lately shoot a fine pea-hen:
Taking her for a pheasant good,
Lately stray'd from the neighb'ring wood.
But had he studied well the season,
He might have found sufficient reason,
To have convinc'd him, there and then,
'Twas neither pheasant, cock nor hen!
He might have found sufficient reason,
To have convinc'd him, there and then,
'Twas neither pheasant, cock nor hen!
For is it common thus to see,
Where there is neither bush nor tree,
A pheasant pick, in open day?—
Much more upon the King's highway?
Where there is neither bush nor tree,
A pheasant pick, in open day?—
Much more upon the King's highway?
To view her well he did not fail,
Her rosy comb, and fine long tail,
And call'd her without more ado,
A pheasant,—and a fine one too!
Her rosy comb, and fine long tail,
And call'd her without more ado,
A pheasant,—and a fine one too!
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But beast, or bird, it makes no matter,
He takes his gun and jingles at her;
And ere that bird his mercy begs,
She tumbles down, with broken legs!
He takes his gun and jingles at her;
And ere that bird his mercy begs,
She tumbles down, with broken legs!
He then did speedily run out,
And twin'd her slender neck about,
With pleasure sparkling in his eyes,
Thinking he'd got a famous prize!
And twin'd her slender neck about,
With pleasure sparkling in his eyes,
Thinking he'd got a famous prize!
But one whose senses were awake,
Did soon point out his sad mistake;
His countenance did alter, when
He found it was a fine pea-hen!
Did soon point out his sad mistake;
His countenance did alter, when
He found it was a fine pea-hen!
He thought his neighbours then would scoff,
And poets soon would take him off;
Too late he wish'd and strove in vain,
To bring his hen to life again!
And poets soon would take him off;
Too late he wish'd and strove in vain,
To bring his hen to life again!
Ye poachers all, both young and old,
If you don't think my pen too bold;—
Or may I say, kind gentlemen,—
Take warning by this same pea-hen!
If you don't think my pen too bold;—
Or may I say, kind gentlemen,—
Take warning by this same pea-hen!
Mind well what creatures you abuse;
They all were given by God for use:—
Lest you should make your neighbours fun,
Look well before you point your gun!
They all were given by God for use:—
Lest you should make your neighbours fun,
Look well before you point your gun!
Or you by chance may shoot a horse;—
The other's bad,—this would be worse:
Yet such a thing was lately done,
And by a badly managed gun!
The other's bad,—this would be worse:
Yet such a thing was lately done,
And by a badly managed gun!
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The thorns or thistles, stones or whins,
May prick your legs, or break your shins;
Yet those who'd buy instruction cheap,
Should always “look before they leap!”
May prick your legs, or break your shins;
Yet those who'd buy instruction cheap,
Should always “look before they leap!”
If still my counsel you disdain,
I may hereafter write again;
And should you not mind what you do,
I may inform of some of you!
I may hereafter write again;
And should you not mind what you do,
I may inform of some of you!
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