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Sweet friend, what would have been your case
That night, had you been in my place?
Instead of facing your old master,
Your coward shanks would borne you faster,
And not the less against your will
Than ran the rogues at Springfield hill.
Methought I 'd stay awhile and watch
To see what sort of fry he 'd catch;
Without the power, if not the wish,
To spare you from the list of fish.
That night, had you been in my place?
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Your coward shanks would borne you faster,
And not the less against your will
Than ran the rogues at Springfield hill.
Methought I 'd stay awhile and watch
To see what sort of fry he 'd catch;
Without the power, if not the wish,
To spare you from the list of fish.
| The harp and plow | |