Ballads for little folk . PETER GREY. Honest little Peter Grey-Keeps at work the livelong day, For his mother is as poor as a mouse ;Now running up and downDoing errands in the town, And now doing chores about the house. The boys along the street Often call him Hungry Pete,Because that his face is so pale ; And ask, by way of jest, If his ragged coat and vestAnd his old-fashioned hat are for sale. But little Peter-Grey Never any shape nor wayDoth evil for evil return ; He is finer than his clothes, And no matter where he goesThere is some one the fact to discern. You might think a sneer, mayha
Ballads for little folk . PETER GREY. Honest little Peter Grey-Keeps at work the livelong day, For his mother is as poor as a mouse ;Now running up and downDoing errands in the town, And now doing chores about the house. The boys along the street Often call him Hungry Pete,Because that his face is so pale ; And ask, by way of jest, If his ragged coat and vestAnd his old-fashioned hat are for sale. But little Peter-Grey Never any shape nor wayDoth evil for evil return ; He is finer than his clothes, And no matter where he goesThere is some one the fact to discern. You might think a sneer, mayhap,Just a feather in your cap, Peter Grey. 85 If you saw him being pushed to the wall ; But my proudly-foolish friend, You might find out in the endYou had sneered at your betters, after all. He is climbing up his way On lifes ladder day by day ;And you who, to laugh at him, stop On the lower rounds, will wake, If I do not much mistake,To find him sitting snug at the top.
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