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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[No hailing curry favouring tothers]
No hailing curry favouring tothersMuses gins my story
Blunt—as when ones wrongd by another
I fling my case before ye
& curse the hour ye weigling Witches
Your weiglings ere got round me
& wish I had been dead ye bitches
Ere ye a Jingling found me
That evil day I came your laky
& laugh stock for a century
When vain subscriptions fussd poor Jacky
To 'pear among the gentry
When thrown aside my spade & pickers
Wi vain aspiring spirit
I left my mates wopstraws & diggers
& fancied I had merit
But yourns the fault ye blinking bitches
(The Lord a'mighty bless us)
To fancy one that dug in ditches
Might work on mount parnassus
Thus as twas you that wispering said it
& well enough you knew it
I might come in for fame & credit
If Id stick up for poet
I was contented wit while earning
A shilling mong my neighbours
Unknown to books unknown to learning
& peace then crownd my labours
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