He I have lost my melch Cow. Pr And I have lost my Sow Ry And for my Corne I cannot keepe, Ha Nether can I my pritty sheepe. He And I have lost fowre dozen of Eggs Pr My Pigs are gone, & all their Heads Ry Come let us wishe for Health Ha For wee can have noe wealth He Now I will hope for Joy Pr And in meane tyme let's bee a Toy Ry Since that wee have noe plenty Ha And our Purses, they are empty He Since that wee have noe plenty Pr. And our Purses they are empty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO MY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, ON THE PUBLISHING OF THESE HIS POEMS by FRANCIS BARNARD (D. 1698) PSALM 125 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A VALENTINE by WARREN K. BILLINGS THE PIONEER by HENRY MEADE BLAND |