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The Little Vagabond
I've often wished, I hope no sin, That I were Sultan Saladin.
But no, the Pope no wife may choose, And so I would not wear his shoes; No wine may drink the proud Paynim, And so Pd rather not be him : My wife, my wine, I love, I hope, And would be neither Turk nor Pope.
By William Blake (1757-1827)
Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold ; But the Alehouse is healthy and pleasant and warm. Besides I can tell where I am used well; The poor parsons with wind like a blown bladder swell.
But if at the Church they would give us some ale, And a pleasant fire our souls to regale, We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day, Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Then the Parson might preach and drink and sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring ; And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children nor fasting nor birch.
1 From " Songs of Experience." 149
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