Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/The Careless Couple
The Careless Couple.
Jenny is poor, and I am poor,
Yet we will wed, so say no more;
And should the bairns, you mention, come,
As few that marry but have some,
No doubt but Heaven will stand our friend,
And bread as well as children send.
Yet we will wed, so say no more;
And should the bairns, you mention, come,
As few that marry but have some,
No doubt but Heaven will stand our friend,
And bread as well as children send.
So fares the hen in farmer's yard,
To live alone, she finds it hard;
I've known her weary every claw,
In search of corn among the straw;
But when in quest of nicer food,
She clucks among her chirping brood.
To live alone, she finds it hard;
I've known her weary every claw,
In search of corn among the straw;
But when in quest of nicer food,
She clucks among her chirping brood.
With joy I've seen that self-same hen,
That scratched for one, could scratch for ten.
These are the thoughts that make me willing
To take my girl without a shilling;
And for the self-same cause d'ye see,
Jenny's resolved to marry me.
That scratched for one, could scratch for ten.
These are the thoughts that make me willing
To take my girl without a shilling;
And for the self-same cause d'ye see,
Jenny's resolved to marry me.