 | Verse and prose by Eugene Field : from the George H. Yenowine collection of books and manuscripts |  |
YE CREWELL SASSINGER MILL
All upp & downe ye river & along ye sandy shore
Ye yemen ben a moaning & ye women skrike full shrill
&, like a praroor fire, ye news are spredde from doore to doore
That Sawney leesed a finger in ye sassinger mill.
Ye yemen ben a moaning & ye women skrike full shrill
&, like a praroor fire, ye news are spredde from doore to doore
That Sawney leesed a finger in ye sassinger mill.
O Sawneys hand itt ben as faire as ever dole a pack
Or drawed a pair of five spotts on ye deuces for too fill;
None bolder hande nor Sawneys never whoppit up ye jack—
But now it leesed a finger in ye sassinger mill!
Or drawed a pair of five spotts on ye deuces for too fill;
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But now it leesed a finger in ye sassinger mill!
His fayther slew a barrow on a Moneday afternoone—
This morning, whiles that Sawney did ye hopper all to-fill,
His evill sister Betty gave ye cranke a turn too soone,
& Sawney leesed a finger in ye sassinger mill!
This morning, whiles that Sawney did ye hopper all to-fill,
His evill sister Betty gave ye cranke a turn too soone,
& Sawney leesed a finger in ye sassinger mill!
1887.
| Verse and prose by Eugene Field : from the George H. Yenowine collection of books and manuscripts | |