. The everlasting mercy and The widow in the Bye street. ke my mothers heart in two. I sometimes go without my dinner Now that I know the times Ive gin her. From 51 to 61 I cut my teeth and took to fun. I learned what not to be afraid of And what stuff womens lips are made of; I learned with what a rosy feeling Good ale makes floors seem like the ceiling, And how the moon gives shiny light To lads as roll home singing byt. B 1 2 THE EVERLASTING MEBCY My blood did leap, my flesh did revel,Saul Kane was tokened to the devil. From ^61 to ^67 I lived in disbelief of Heaven. I drunk, I fought, I po
. The everlasting mercy and The widow in the Bye street. ke my mothers heart in two. I sometimes go without my dinner Now that I know the times Ive gin her. From 51 to 61 I cut my teeth and took to fun. I learned what not to be afraid of And what stuff womens lips are made of; I learned with what a rosy feeling Good ale makes floors seem like the ceiling, And how the moon gives shiny light To lads as roll home singing byt. B 1 2 THE EVERLASTING MEBCY My blood did leap, my flesh did revel,Saul Kane was tokened to the devil. From ^61 to ^67 I lived in disbelief of Heaven. I drunk, I fought, I poached, I whored, I did despite unto the Lord. I cursed, Vould make a man look pale, And nineteen times I went to gaol. Now, friends, observe and look upon me,Mark how the Lord took pity on me. By Dead Man^s Thorn, while setting wires, Who should come up but Billy Myers, A friend of mine, who used to be As black a sprig of hell as me. With whom Id planned, to save encroaching Which fields and coverts each should poachin. Now when he saw me set my snare,. By Dead Mans Thorn, while setting wires, Who should come up but Billy Myers, A friend of mine, who used to be As black a sprig of hell as me. With whom Id planned, to save encroachin, Which fields and coverts each should poach in. THE EVERLASTING MERCY 3 He tells me Get to hell from field is mine, he says, by right;If you poach here, therell be a now, he says, and leave your wire;Its mine. It amt. You put. You bloody is my is my ruler am. Ill fight you for , by damn. Not now, though, Ive a-sprained my thumb,Well fight after the harvest Silas Jones, that bookie wide, 4 THE EVERLASTING MEBCY Will make a purse five pounds a were the words, that was the placeBy which God brought me into grace. On Wood Top Field the peewits goMewing and wheehng ever so;And like the shaking of a timbrelCackles the laughter of the whimbrel.
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