GOODY BLAKE, AND HARRY GILL, A TRUE STORY.
Oh! whats the matter? whats the matter?
What ist that ails young Harry Gill?
That evermore his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still.
Of waistcoats Harry has no lack,
Good duf?e grey, and ?annel ?ne;
He has a bla on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
In March, December, and in July,
"Tis all the same with Harry Gill;
The neighbours tell, and tell you truly,
His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
At night, at m, and at noon,
Tis all the same with Harry Gill;
Beh the suh the moon,
His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
Young Harry was a lusty drover,
And who so stout of limb as he?
His cheeks were red as ruddy clover,
His voice was like the voice of three.
Auld Goody Blake was old and poor,
Ill fedd she was, and thinly clad;
And any man who passd her door,
Might see how poor a hut she had.
All day she spun in her poor dwelling,
And thehree hours work at night!
Alas! twas hardly worth the te……（内容加载失败！）
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