English poem
BALLAD. (Were Patience kind to me)
by Anonymous
Were Patience kind to me, Oh he de nos! Far plyther than a coat I'd be, Oh he de nos! Leap, skip, and pound, would poor Ap Hugh, And capriole and caper too, And frisk, and jump, and dance, look you, Oh he de nos!
But Patience very cruel is, Oh he de nos! With jibes, cheers, and mockeries, Oh he de nos!
Which makes to sigh and sob, Ap Hugh, And whining his sad fortune rue, And crieve, and crean, and crunt, look you, Oh he de nos!
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