Wild Flowers - Or, Pastoral and Local Poetry by Robert Bloomfield
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"John sung 'Old Benbow' loud and strong,
"And I, 'The Constant Swain,' "'Cheer up my Lads,' was Simon's song, "'We'll conquer them again.' "Now twelve o'clock was drawing nigh, "And all in merry cue; "I knock'd the cask, 'O, ho!' said I, "'We've almost conquer'd you.' "_My Lord_[Footnote: The leader of the reapers.] begg'd round, and held his hat, "Says Farmer Gruff, says he, "There's many a Lord, Sam, I know that, "Has begg'd as well as thee.' "Bump in his hat the shillings tumbl'd "All round among the folks; "'Laugh if you wool,' said Sam, and mumbl'd, "'You pay for all your jokes.' "Joint stock you know among the men, "To drink at their own charges; "So up they got full drive, and then "Went out to _halloo largess_.[Footnote: See advertisement.] "And sure enough the noise they made!!-- --"But let me mind my tale; "We follow'd them, we wor'nt afraid, "We'ad all been drinking ale. |
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