Friday first's the day appointed By the Right Worshipful anointed, To hold our grand procession; To get a blad o' Johnie's morals, And taste a swatch o' Manson's barrels I' the way of our profession. The Master and the Brotherhood Would a' be glad to see you; For me I would be mair than proud To share the mercies wi' you. If Death, then, wi' skaith, then, Some mortal heart is hechtin, Inform him, and storm him, That Saturday you'll fetch him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE RUINED MAID by THOMAS HARDY STANZAS; HOOD'S LAST POEM by THOMAS HOOD IN THE DEEP WHITE SNOW by ANNE ATWOOD |