| William Blake (17571827). The Poetical Works. 1908. | | | | Songs from An Island in The Moon | | XII. O, I say, you Joe |
| | | O, 1 I say, you Joe, | |
| Throw us the ball! | |
| Ive a good mind to go | |
| And leave you all. | |
| I never saw such a bowler | 5 |
| To bowl the ball in a tansy, | |
| And to clean it with my hankercher | |
| Without saying a word. | |
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| That Bills a foolish fellow; | |
| He has given me a black eye. | 10 |
| He does not know how to handle a bat | |
| Any more than a dog or a cat: | |
| He has knockd down the wicket, | |
| And broke the stumps, | |
| And runs without shoes to save his pumps. | 15 |
| | | Note 1. XII] Sung by Tilly Lally, a schoolboy, MS., chap. xi. [back] | | |
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