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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[& here we meet in merry Q]
& here we meet in merry Q
& gis thy hand old bouts to hail
& merry days to keep in view
Ill shake it oer a batch of ale
& heres my old fob lind wi leather
Witholds a corner comfort still
& we will lump our groats together
& strengthen friendship oer a gill
& gis thy hand old bouts to hail
& merry days to keep in view
Ill shake it oer a batch of ale
& heres my old fob lind wi leather
Witholds a corner comfort still
& we will lump our groats together
& strengthen friendship oer a gill
& heres my box o' precious ware
Will cure all pains be what they will
Een worse then toothache pains o' care
Ive known it scores a times to kill
So take nine coins & drink a buss
More ale when morrow comes agen
& health content to stay wi us
But as to wealth mun please her sen
Will cure all pains be what they will
Een worse then toothache pains o' care
Ive known it scores a times to kill
So take nine coins & drink a buss
More ale when morrow comes agen
& health content to stay wi us
But as to wealth mun please her sen
& while my old fob lind wi leather
A corner comfort holds in hand
Well crack our croney cups together
As braves two boys about the land
& whos will be misfortunes debtors
He only holds our wants at bail
Till groat o' luck misfortune betters
Then leaves us free to drink our ale
A corner comfort holds in hand
Well crack our croney cups together
As braves two boys about the land
& whos will be misfortunes debtors
He only holds our wants at bail
Till groat o' luck misfortune betters
Then leaves us free to drink our ale
& here well sit in merry Q
& here well drink old bouts to hail
& merry meetings to renew
While brads will chink well call for ale
& heres my fob thats lind wi leather
& heres my groat a pint to fill
Well crack our croney cups to gether
& bind old friendship stronger still
& here well drink old bouts to hail
& merry meetings to renew
While brads will chink well call for ale
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& heres my groat a pint to fill
Well crack our croney cups to gether
& bind old friendship stronger still
| The early poems of John Clare | |