. King Cole; . vered him with glittering. Tell me your present troubles, said the King, For you are worn. What sorrow makes you sad ? The Showman. Why, nothing, sir, except that times are bad,Rain all the season through, and empty tents,And nothing earned for stock or winter wife there, ill, poor soul, from very now no hope nor prospect of relief ;The seasons done, and were as we began. Now one can bear ones troubles, being a what I cannot bear is loss of troupe will scatter when the season ends :My clown is going, and the Tricksey ThreeWho juggle and do
. King Cole; . vered him with glittering. Tell me your present troubles, said the King, For you are worn. What sorrow makes you sad ? The Showman. Why, nothing, sir, except that times are bad,Rain all the season through, and empty tents,And nothing earned for stock or winter wife there, ill, poor soul, from very now no hope nor prospect of relief ;The seasons done, and were as we began. Now one can bear ones troubles, being a what I cannot bear is loss of troupe will scatter when the season ends :My clown is going, and the Tricksey ThreeWho juggle and do turns, have spht with me ;And now, to-day, my wifes too ill to dance,And all my music ask for an must be poison in a mans distressThat makes him mad and people hke him less. Well, men are men. But what I cannot bearIs my poor Bet, my piebald Talking Mare,Gone curby in her hocks from standing the last drop that overfills the Bets been like a Christian friend for years. KING COLE 21. King Cole. Now courage, friend, no good can come from know a treatment for a curby hockGood both for inward sprain or outward the receipt ; its sure as flowers in spring ;A certain cure, the Ointment of the King. That cures your mare ; your troubles Time-will right ; A mans ill-fortune passes like the night. Times are already mending at their worst; Think of Spent Simmy when his roof-beam burst. His ruined roof fell on him in a rain Of hidden gold that built it up again. So, courage, and beUeve Gods providence. Lo, here, the city shining like new pence, 22 KING COLE To welcome you ; the Prince is lodging there. Lo, youj the banners flying like a fair. Your circus will be crowded twenty deep. This city is a field for you to reap, For thousands must have come to see the Prince, And all are here, all wanting fun. And since The grass was green, all men have loved a show. Success is here, so let your trouble go. The Showman. Well, blessings on your heart
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