 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
Well now, I'll tell you about Harry and Jack—
Aw, dacent fellows, that's a fact.
Jack was lill, and Harry was big,
And sometimes takin' a hearty swig,
I tell ye, but dacent fellows enough.
Harry was tall, but Jack was tough;
Jack was just like pin wire,
Jack was just like made of fire,
Lean and supple, hard as a rock,
A reg'lar little fightin' cock.
Harry's hair was just like tow,
Jack's was as black as the wing of a crow,
Jack was sallow and dark o' the skin,
Harry was red asstonishin'—
Red though, red: so that was the pair,
Jack Pentreath and harry Creer.
Aw, dacent fellows, that's a fact.
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And sometimes takin' a hearty swig,
I tell ye, but dacent fellows enough.
Harry was tall, but Jack was tough;
Jack was just like pin wire,
Jack was just like made of fire,
Lean and supple, hard as a rock,
A reg'lar little fightin' cock.
Harry's hair was just like tow,
Jack's was as black as the wing of a crow,
Jack was sallow and dark o' the skin,
Harry was red asstonishin'—
Red though, red: so that was the pair,
Jack Pentreath and harry Creer.
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