John Bunyan

Her prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses O!

Her prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses O!

The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
Though Fate said, a hero should perish ill light;
So up rose bright Phoebus, and down fell the knight.

And behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name
of which was Beautiful.

And behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name
of which was Beautiful.

Breathes there a man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach their course to steer,
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Breathes there a man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach their course to steer,
Yet run himself life's mad career
Wild as the wave?

Every fat (vat) must stand upon its bottom.

Every fat (vat) must stand upon its bottom.