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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THE MOTHERS CAUTION
& Ive told ye hold up yer head my boy robin
& let these poor stuck up fine wenches alone
& yeve got a chance woud ye saddle old dobbin
To go see a lass wi a house of her own
Pluck up yer spirits boy on wi the bridle
Tolter old dobbin as fast as ye can
Yer journeys a bargain will pay for being idle
The lass is got that which woud make ye a man
& let these poor stuck up fine wenches alone
& yeve got a chance woud ye saddle old dobbin
To go see a lass wi a house of her own
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Tolter old dobbin as fast as ye can
Yer journeys a bargain will pay for being idle
The lass is got that which woud make ye a man
Robin take counsil & think at yer leisure
Dont run yer head ater follies no more
Prides a fools play thing & beautys a treasure
That looses its gilding the moment its wore
Store in yer mind of good cautions a sample
Look rob & think ere ye fall in a crime
Make yer poor fathers old words yer example
Golds not so rich as advice took in time
Dont run yer head ater follies no more
Prides a fools play thing & beautys a treasure
That looses its gilding the moment its wore
Store in yer mind of good cautions a sample
Look rob & think ere ye fall in a crime
Make yer poor fathers old words yer example
Golds not so rich as advice took in time
Dont look at dames boy that toss their heads highly
Pride unsupported is sure of a fall
Never let beautys bare trifle beguile ye
Make ye yer bed boy gen age gis a call
Pies risk their dwellings on oaks high & airy
Just as weak chances & storms may agree
But larks robin hark ye right cautious & wary
Makes a snug nest at the root of the tree
Pride unsupported is sure of a fall
Never let beautys bare trifle beguile ye
Make ye yer bed boy gen age gis a call
Pies risk their dwellings on oaks high & airy
Just as weak chances & storms may agree
But larks robin hark ye right cautious & wary
Makes a snug nest at the root of the tree
| The early poems of John Clare | |