The later poems of John Clare 1837-1864 ... General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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 | The later poems of John Clare |  |
THE EVENING WAS WET
The evening was wet and the twilight was cold
And loud were the bleat O the sheep frae the fold
When up cam a sodgerman younger than auld
His face war' red his jacket blue
Wi' red cuffs and collar he sat himself down
He looked in my face and he fired out a rown'
Up lassie and bring me a quart o' the brown
And I did the order fu' time
And loud were the bleat O the sheep frae the fold
When up cam a sodgerman younger than auld
His face war' red his jacket blue
Wi' red cuffs and collar he sat himself down
He looked in my face and he fired out a rown'
Up lassie and bring me a quart o' the brown
And I did the order fu' time
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He drank to me the weary chiel
I liked his manners wonder weel
And though my heart had bin o steal
He made it soft I trow
He drank agen but what to me
He paid for all he had ye see
But still his soldier courtesey
It made me feel so so
I liked his manners wonder weel
And though my heart had bin o steal
He made it soft I trow
He drank agen but what to me
He paid for all he had ye see
But still his soldier courtesey
It made me feel so so
I see him turn his head about
By the auld armchair I made him out
Mither says I wi' out a doubt
There's our own Jammie here
She hurried in and left her work
And in the place she speered a mark
My ain dear boy and then the clerk
Cam in the tale to hear
By the auld armchair I made him out
Mither says I wi' out a doubt
There's our own Jammie here
She hurried in and left her work
And in the place she speered a mark
My ain dear boy and then the clerk
Cam in the tale to hear
But Jammie would not seen him s'en
Both looked and Jammie drew agen
He said he wa'rnt o' scottish men
But gazed on Jammies eyes
My dear what colour was the cow
When Jammie left his feythers plough
And sure enough its Jemmie now
The mother looked surprize
Both looked and Jammie drew agen
He said he wa'rnt o' scottish men
But gazed on Jammies eyes
My dear what colour was the cow
When Jammie left his feythers plough
And sure enough its Jemmie now
The mother looked surprize
Right fuddled got the clerk and he
Wi whiskey strang and barley bree
Baith got as drunk as fell dere
And sang oud sangs tegether
My Willies coat was blue and red
That night he had my maiden head
Beneath the eldern bye the shed
And now were in loves tether
Wi whiskey strang and barley bree
Baith got as drunk as fell dere
And sang oud sangs tegether
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That night he had my maiden head
Beneath the eldern bye the shed
And now were in loves tether
| The later poems of John Clare | |