 | Poems by Jean Ingelow |  |
I ask your pardon, Sirs; I prate and prate,
And never have I said what brought me here.
Sirs, if you want a boat to-morrow morn,
I'm bold to say there's ne'er a boat like mine.’
And never have I said what brought me here.
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I'm bold to say there's ne'er a boat like mine.’
| Poems by Jean Ingelow | |