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I	A
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Now this to my notion is pleasant cheer	B
To lie all alone on a ragged heath	C
Where your nose isn't sniffing for bones or beer	B
But a peat fire smells like a garden beneath	C
The cottagers bustle about the door	D
And the girl at the window ties her strings	E
She's a dish for a man who's a mind to be poor	F
Lord women are such expensive things	E
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II	A
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We don't marry beggars says she why no	G
It seems that to make 'em is what you do	H
And as I can cook and scour and sew	G
I needn't pay half my victuals for you	H
A man for himself should be able to scratch	I
But tickling's a luxury love indeed	J
Love burns as long as the lucifer match	I
Wedlock's the candle Now that's my creed	J
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III	A
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The church bells sound water like over the wheat	K
And up the long path troop pair after pair	L
The man's well brushed and the woman looks neat	K
It's man and woman everywhere	L
Unless like me you lie here flat	M
With a donkey for friend you must have a wife	N
She pulls out your hair but she brushes your hat	M
Appearances make the best half of life	N
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IV	N
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You nice little madam you know you're nice	O
I remember hearing a parson say	P
You're a plateful of vanity pepper'd with vice	O
You chap at the gate thinks t' other way	P
On his waistcoat you read both his head and his heart	Q
There's a whole week's wages there figured in gold	R
Yes when you turn round you may well give a start	Q
It's fun to a fellow who's getting old	R
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V	N
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Now that's a good craft weaving waistcoats and flowers	S
And selling of ribbons and scenting of lard	T
It gives you a house to get in from the showers	S
And food when your appetite jockeys you hard	T
You live a respectable man but I ask	U
If it's worth the trouble You use your tools	V
And spend your time and what's your task	U
Why to make a slide for a couple of fools	V
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VI	N
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You can't match the colour o' these heath mounds	W
Nor better that peat fire's agreeable smell	X
I'm clothed like with natural sights and sounds	W
To myself I'm in tune I hope you're as well	X
You jolly old cot though you don't own coal	Y
It's a generous pot that's boiled with peat	K
Let the Lord Mayor o' London roast oxen whole	Y
His smoke at least don't smell so sweet	K
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VII	N
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I'm not a low Radical hating the laws	Z
Who'd the aristocracy rebuke	A2
I talk o' the Lord Mayor o' London because	Z
I once was on intimate terms with his cook	B2
I served him a turn and got pensioned on scraps	C2
And Lord Sir didn't I envy his place	D2
Till Death knock'd him down with the softest of taps	C2
And I knew what was meant by a tallowy face	D2
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VIII	N
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On the contrary I'm Conservative quite	E2
There's beggars in Scripture 'mongst Gentiles and Jews	F2
It's nonsense trying to set things right	E2
For if people will give why who'll refuse	F2
That stopping old custom wakes my spleen	G2
The poor and the rich both in giving agree	N
Your tight fisted shopman's the Radical mean	G2
There's nothing in common 'twixt him and me	N
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IX	F2
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He says I'm no use but I won't reply	N
You're lucky not being of use to him	H2
On week days he's playing at Spider and Fly	N
And on Sundays he sings about Cherubim	H2
Nailing shillings to counters is his chief work	I2
He nods now and then at the name on his door	D
But judge of us two at a bow and a smirk	I2
I think I'm his match and I'm honest that's more	D
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X	F2
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No use well I mayn't be You ring a pig's snout	J2
And then call the animal glutton Now he	N
Mr Shopman he's nought but a pipe and a spout	J2
Who won't let the goods o' this world pass free	N
This blazing blue weather all round the brown crop	K2
He can't enjoy all but cash he hates	F2
He's only a snail that crawls under his shop	K2
Though he has got the ear o' the magistrates	F2
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XI	N
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Now giving and taking's a proper exchange	L2
Like question and answer you're both content	M2
But buying and selling seems always strange	L2
You're hostile and that's the thing that's meant	M2
It's man against man you're almost brutes	N
There's here no thanks and there's there no pride	N2
If Charity's Christian don't blame my pursuits	N
I carry a touchstone by which you're tried	N2
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XII	N
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'Take it ' says she 'it's all I've got'	N2
I remember a girl in London streets	N
She stood by a coffee stall nice and hot	N2
My belly was like a lamb that bleats	N
Says I to myself as her shilling I seized	N2
You haven't a character here my dear	B
But for making a rascal like me so pleased	N2
I'll give you one in a better sphere	B
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XIII	N
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And that's where it is she made me feel	O2
I was a rascal but people who scorn	P2
And tell a poor patch breech he isn't genteel	O2
Why they make him kick up and he treads on a corn	P2
It isn't liking it's curst ill luck	Q2
Drives half of us into the begging trade	N2
If for taking to water you praise a duck	Q2
For taking to beer why a man upbraid	N2
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XIV	N
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The sermon's over they're out of the porch	R2
And it's time for me to move a leg	S2
But in general people who come from church	T2
And have called themselves sinners hate chaps to beg	S2
I'll wager they'll all of 'em dine to day	N2
I was easy half a minute ago	G
If that isn't pig that's baking away	N2
May I perish we're never contented heigho	N

George Meredith

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