The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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[& when I'm weary of my care]
& when I'm weary of my care
& when I wish to loose a pain
Gi me an easy elbow chair
& bottle full of wine to drain
& gi me two three croney men
Wi song & fun my joys to crown
Some hearty oddlings like my sen
The choicest cocks about the town
& when I wish to loose a pain
Gi me an easy elbow chair
& bottle full of wine to drain
& gi me two three croney men
Wi song & fun my joys to crown
Some hearty oddlings like my sen
The choicest cocks about the town
& round the sparkling glasses put
& each one take a hearty pull
& like brave boy sit foot to foot
Till sorrows got his belly full
& drink till each can keep his seat
Then held up by his fellow man
Some two three bouts agen repeat
& drown old sorrow if we can
& each one take a hearty pull
& like brave boy sit foot to foot
Till sorrows got his belly full
& drink till each can keep his seat
Then held up by his fellow man
Some two three bouts agen repeat
& drown old sorrow if we can
Nor from his bumpers none decline
Till one wi in his seat can keep
Till griefs near chokd chin deep in wine
& sorrows dozd to dream less sleep
Till one wi in his seat can keep
Till griefs near chokd chin deep in wine
& sorrows dozd to dream less sleep
& who fails first shall pay his fee
& whos a sinner wine to spill
The judgment on his sins shall be
A bottle from his purse to fill
So drink brave boys till care & pain
To see their weapons usless flye
To see they torture us in vain
Sink idle in despair & dye
& whos a sinner wine to spill
The judgment on his sins shall be
A bottle from his purse to fill
So drink brave boys till care & pain
To see their weapons usless flye
To see they torture us in vain
Sink idle in despair & dye
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