Volume Iii Part 1 (2/2)
The wind according to its whim Is in and out of haven.
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She'll take, to please her dame and dad, The shopman nicely shaven.
She'll learn to think o' the marching lad When perchers show they're craven.
You say the shopman piles a heap, While I perhaps am fasting; And bless your wits, it haunts him in sleep, His tin-kettle chance of lasting!
So hail the road, cries Roving Tim, And hail the rain, old raven!
The wind according to its whim Is in and out of haven.
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He's half a wife, yon p.e.c.k.e.r bill; A book and likewise preacher.
With any soul, in a game of skill, He'll prove your over-reacher.
The reason is, his brains are bent On doing things right single.
You'd wish for them when pitching your tent At night in a whirly dingle!
So, off we go, cries Roving Tim, And on we go, old raven!
The wind according to its whim Is in and out of haven.
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Lord, no, man's lot is not for bliss; To call it woe is blindness: It'll here a kick, and it's there a kiss, And here and there a kindness.
He starts a hare and calls her joy; He runs her down to sorrow: The dogs within him bother the boy, But 'tis a new day to-morrow.
So, I at helm, cries Roving Tim, And you at bow, old raven!
The wind according to its whim Is in and out of haven.
JUMP-TO-GLORY JANE
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A revelation came on Jane, The widow of a labouring swain: And first her body trembled sharp, Then all the woman was a harp With winds along the strings; she heard, Though there was neither tone nor word.
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For past our hearing was the air, Beyond our speaking what it bare, And she within herself had sight Of heaven at work to cleanse outright, To make of her a mansion fit For angel hosts inside to sit.
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They entered, and forthwith entranced, Her body braced, her members danced; Surprisingly the woman leapt; And countenance composed she kept: As gossip neighbours in the lane Declared, who saw and pitied Jane.
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These knew she had been reading books, The which was witnessed by her looks Of late: she had a mania For mad folk in America, And said for sure they led the way, But meat and beer were meant to stay.
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That she had visited a fair, Had seen a gauzy lady there, Alive with tricks on legs alone, As good as wings, was also known: And longwhiles in a sullen mood, Before her jumping, Jane would brood.
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