Miscellanies in prose and verse on several occasions, by Claudero [i.e. James Wilson], son of Nimrod the Mighty Hunter. The Fourth Edition with large Additions |
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Near to Edina's lofty town,
Upon a worthy Baron's ground,
A poor old woman pray'd to Jove,
That he might, from his wonted love,
Give her a hen, she'd give him praise,
And thank his Godship all her days.
Jove heard the pray'r unto Amen,
Then granted a most charming hen;
Upon her dung-hill dropt the fowl,
Which pleas'd and cheer'd the widow's soul.
Upon a worthy Baron's ground,
A poor old woman pray'd to Jove,
That he might, from his wonted love,
Give her a hen, she'd give him praise,
And thank his Godship all her days.
Jove heard the pray'r unto Amen,
Then granted a most charming hen;
Upon her dung-hill dropt the fowl,
Which pleas'd and cheer'd the widow's soul.
Just by her hovel liv'd a Lord,
With ev'ry grace and virtue stor'd:
He fed the poor, the orphan blest;
This widow too, among the rest,
Receiv'd a sixpence ev'ry day,
As duly as her hen did lay.
The bard must glory here to clerk it,
And heav'n with pleasure view such market,
Our matron liv'd by this same hen,
As well as some folks by their pen;
Till CLINCHIE, scourge of human race,
Replete with wealth and damn'd disgrace,
Did on a day, by fate unlucky,
Cast his curs'd eyes on keckling chuckie.
With ev'ry grace and virtue stor'd:
He fed the poor, the orphan blest;
This widow too, among the rest,
Receiv'd a sixpence ev'ry day,
As duly as her hen did lay.
The bard must glory here to clerk it,
And heav'n with pleasure view such market,
Our matron liv'd by this same hen,
As well as some folks by their pen;
Till CLINCHIE, scourge of human race,
Replete with wealth and damn'd disgrace,
Did on a day, by fate unlucky,
Cast his curs'd eyes on keckling chuckie.
He try'd to purchase, but in vain,
She would by no means sell her hen;
From whence, said she, shall come my dinner.
If you take chuckie, my bread-winner,
She would by no means sell her hen;
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If you take chuckie, my bread-winner,
But CLINCHIE, as the devil greedy,
Regardless of the poor and needy,
Resolv'd to steal the widow's hen,
Tho' hell should be his portion then:
The dirty rogue, with purpose vile,
Contriv'd to catch her by a wile;
With hook and line he baited chuckie,
And basely stole her off from luckie.
In his gilt car away he rode,
Triumphant home to his abode,
Where he bereav'd the hen of life;
Despising Jove, and the poor wife.
Regardless of the poor and needy,
Resolv'd to steal the widow's hen,
Tho' hell should be his portion then:
The dirty rogue, with purpose vile,
Contriv'd to catch her by a wile;
With hook and line he baited chuckie,
And basely stole her off from luckie.
In his gilt car away he rode,
Triumphant home to his abode,
Where he bereav'd the hen of life;
Despising Jove, and the poor wife.
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