Thou foul-mouthed wretch! Why dost thou choose To learn bad language, and no good; Canst thou not say 'The Lord be praised' As easy as 'Hell's fire and blood'? Why didst thou call the gentle priest A thief and a damned rogue; and tell The deacon's wife, who came to pray, To hold her jaw and go to hell? Thou art a foe, no friend of mine, For all my thoughts thou givest away; Whate'er I say in confidence, Thou dost in evil hours betray. Thy mind's for ever set on bad; I cannot mutter one small curse, But thou dost make it endless song, And shout it to a neighbour's house. Aye, swear to thy delight and ours, When here I welcome shipmates home, And thou canst see abundant grog -- But hold thy tongue when landsmen come. Be dumb when widow Johnson's near, Be dumb until our wedding day; And after that -- but not before -- She will enjoy the worst you say. There is a time to speak and not; When we're together, all is well; But damn thy soul -- What! you damn @3mine@1! And you tell @3me@1 to go to hell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 3 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |