English poem
Iv
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
On redshanks and tibs thou shalt every day dine, And if it should e'er be my hard fate to trine, I never will whiddle, I never will squeek, Nor to save my colquarron endanger thy neck, Then once more, my doxy, be kind and retoure, And thou shalt want nothing that lies in my power.
[1: night] [2: day; see] [3: know well] [4: lie] [5: mistress] [6: heart] [7: return] [8: eyes] [9: hedge-priest] [10: turkey; geese] [11: hang] [12: speak] [13: neck]
THE VAIN DREAMER. [Notes] [1725]
[From The New Canting Dictionary].
I Yest darkmans dream'd I of my dell, When sleep did overtake her; It was a dimber drowsy mort, She slept, I durst not wake her.