IT'S once I courted as pretty a lass, As ever your eyes did see; But now she's come to such a pass, She never will do for me. She invited me to her house. Where oft I'd been before, And she tumbled me into the hog-tub, And I'll never go there any more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |