The Anglican Friar, and the Fish which he Took by Hook and by Crook: A Comic LegendNovice, active 19th century
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The Anglican Friar, and the Fish which he Took by Hook and by Crook: A Comic Legend
Novice, active 19th century
Fishing -- Poetry; Poetry
Now the widow scarce knew
What on earth she should do,
There was nothing, she thought, to prevent it;
And although she had rather have been all alone,
Than the state of her heart 'fore another to own,
Still refusing he might think she meant it.
And the chance would be gone,
Which her hopes had upborne,
For a twelvemonth and some few days more.
So she said, "If you please, sir, I find on reflection,
That I really have not got the slightest objection,
But I could not be ready before;
For a bit of a party we must have at night,
As there's many I've promised I would then invite,
Who, neglected, would feel very sore.
I should next week have liked, but had rather a fear
That with washing or baking it might interfere,
So we'll make it the day you wished for."
She had scarcely said this,
When a good hearty kiss
Flew plump on her lips ripe as cherry;
While an arm round her waist
At the moment was placed,--
She did not dislike it much very.
Then the friar took leave,
While the good people grieve
That he of his meal was bereft;
For he'd not been the least fed,
Though in fancy he feasted
(As that now was all that was left)
On the banquet to come,
When he'd surely make one
Of the guests on the grand bridal day:
When right good farm-house cheer,
With prime ale and strong beer,
And proof whisky, would make all hearts gay.
* * * * *
_CHAPTER THE FIFTH._
'Twas a day of days,
And birds to its praise
Their very best lays
Sung out.
While the sheep and cows,
Who their carols rouse
O'er the meadows, browse
About.
Not a cloud was seen
The bright sun between
And the pastures green,
When forth
The good widow crept,
Who had scarcely slept,
Though 'twas bright thoughts kept
Sleep off.
She was up with the sun,
As there's much to be done,
And great numbers of things to provide
For the grand bridal meal
(Ere her fate she may seal),
But in showing her skill feels much pride.
There's the butter to make,
All the new bread to bake,
And a very large plum-cake beside;
While she'd think with much dread
She's not properly wed
If aught ill to that cake should betide.
Yea, she has quite a doubt
If a marriage without
Would be legal, if lawyers it tried.
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