The later poems of John Clare 1837-1864 ... General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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[Nigh Leopards hill stand All*ns hells]
Nigh Leopards hill stand All*ns hells
The public know the same
Where lady sods & buggers dwell
To play the dirty game
The public know the same
Where lady sods & buggers dwell
To play the dirty game
A man there is a prisoner there
Locked up from week to week
He's very fond they do declare
To play at hide & seek
Locked up from week to week
He's very fond they do declare
To play at hide & seek
With sweethearts so they seem to say
& such like sort of stuff
Well—one did come the other day
With half a pound of snuff
& such like sort of stuff
Well—one did come the other day
With half a pound of snuff
The snuff went here the snuff went there
& is not that a bad house
To cheat a prisoner of his fare
In a well ordered madhouse
& is not that a bad house
To cheat a prisoner of his fare
In a well ordered madhouse
They'll cheat you of your money friend
By takeing too much care o't
& if your wives their cun---ys send
They're sure to have a share o't
By takeing too much care o't
& if your wives their cun---ys send
They're sure to have a share o't
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Now where this snuff could chance to stop
Perhaps gifts hurded are up
Till Mat & steward open shop
& have a jolly flare up
Perhaps gifts hurded are up
Till Mat & steward open shop
& have a jolly flare up
Madhouses they must shut up shop
& tramp to fairs & races
Master & men as madmen stop
Life lives by changeing places
& tramp to fairs & races
Master & men as madmen stop
Life lives by changeing places
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