The Bodleys telling stories . And the drops would start out on my brovIt is moist, if you feel of it now ;I believe that it never is dry,Though to wipe it I frequently try. Friends, I saw a man raking the hayStop to drink from a bottle to-day;And a boy who was with him, he told,That he drank it to keep out the 128 iiii: sroniiis. * And hi- lauLlittl, as lie liid it awayVcrv noar iiu luncatli I lie new would surely, I thoiij^ht, do vw ^ood,Su I hi)j)|)i(l to tin- plact where it stood, Iullcil llic cork out — wlicii tip. il wml o\er,Ahiiosl drowning a root of
The Bodleys telling stories . And the drops would start out on my brovIt is moist, if you feel of it now ;I believe that it never is dry,Though to wipe it I frequently try. Friends, I saw a man raking the hayStop to drink from a bottle to-day;And a boy who was with him, he told,That he drank it to keep out the 128 iiii: sroniiis. * And hi- lauLlittl, as lie liid it awayVcrv noar iiu luncatli I lie new would surely, I thoiij^ht, do vw ^ood,Su I hi)j)|)i(l to tin- plact where it stood, Iullcil llic cork out — wlicii tip. il wml o\er,Ahiiosl drowning a root of red ck)ver ;But I inaua;^ed to suek iij) my fill,Though I instantly felt very ill. Then I t<-)ttered away to a stone,And sat down with a terrihle groan ;Snakes alive ! how I shivered ami a trout on a fishermans hook I Oh ! t was far worse than chills ; I said 1 livetl, T would never againTili111; that what with cold men might agreeWoiiM 1)1 likelv to honeiit me.
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