. The everlasting mercy and The widow in the Bye street. to-night, thinks I.^Im fighting to defend a this moonshiny evenings funIs worse than aught Ive ever thinking that way my heart bled soI almost stept to Bill and said now Bills dead I would be gladIf I could only think I no. I put the thought awayFor fear of what my frien/is would sav. 6 THE EVEItLASTlNG MERCY They^d backed me, see ? 0 Lord, the sinDone for the things theres money in. The stakes were drove, the ropes were the ring my hat I comer faced the Squires parkJust where the f
. The everlasting mercy and The widow in the Bye street. to-night, thinks I.^Im fighting to defend a this moonshiny evenings funIs worse than aught Ive ever thinking that way my heart bled soI almost stept to Bill and said now Bills dead I would be gladIf I could only think I no. I put the thought awayFor fear of what my frien/is would sav. 6 THE EVEItLASTlNG MERCY They^d backed me, see ? 0 Lord, the sinDone for the things theres money in. The stakes were drove, the ropes were the ring my hat I comer faced the Squires parkJust where the fir trees make it dark ;The place where I begun poor NellUpon the womans road to thought oft, sitting in my cornerAfter the time-keep struck his wamer(Two brandy flasks, for fear of noise,Clinked out the time to us two boys).And while my seconds chafed and gloved meI thought of Nells eyes when she loved wondered how my tot would end,First Nell cast off and now my friend;And in the moonlight dim and wanI knew quite well my luck was gone;. But Wood Top grass is short and sweetAnd springy to a boxers feet;At harvest hum the moon so brightDid shine on Wood Top for the fight. THE EVERLASTING MERCY 7 And looking round I felt a spiteAt all whod come to see me fight;The five and forty hiunan facesInflamed by drink and going to races,Faces of men whod never beenMerry or true or live or clean;Whod never felt the boxers trimOf brain divinely knit to limb,Nor felt the whole live body goOne tingling health from top to toe;Nor took a punch nor given a swing,But just soaked deady round the ringUntil their brain& and bloods were foulEnough to make their throttles howl,While we whom Jesus died to teachFought round on round, three minuteseach. And thinking that, youll understandI thought, ^IU go and take Bills hand. 6 THE EVERLASTING MERCY 1^11 up and say the fault was mine, He shant make play for these here swine. And then I thought that that was silly, Theyd think I was afraid of
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