Ingoldsby Legends (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY. LOOK AT THE CLOCK1 Look at the Clock quoth Winifred Pryce, As she open'd the door to her husband's knock, Then paus'd'to give him a piece of advice, You nasty Warmint, look at the Clock Is this the way, you Wretch, every day you Treat her who vow'd to love and obey you Out all night I Me in a fright; Staggering home as it's just getting light You intoxified brute ?you insensible block ? Look at the Clock I?Do ?Look at the Clock Winifred Pryce was tidy and clean, Her gown was a flower'd one, her petticoat green, Her buckles were bright as her milking cans, And her hat was a beaver, and made like a man's; Her little red eyes were deep set in their socket-holes, Her gown-tail was turn'd up, and tucked through the pocket- holes; A face like a ferret Betoken'd her spirit: To conclude, Mrs. Pryce was not over young, Had very short legs, and a very long tongue, Now David Pryce Had one darling vice; Remarkably partial to anything nice, Nought that was good to him came amiss, Whether to eat, or to drink, or to kiss 1 Especially ale? If it was not too stale I really believe he'd have emptied a pail; Not that in Wales They talk of their Ales; To pronounce the word they make use of might trouble you, Being spelt with a C, two Rs, and a W. That particular day, As I've heard people say, Mr. David Pryce had been soaking his clay, And amusing himself with his pipe and cheroots, The whole afternoon at the Goat-in-Boots, With a couple more soakers, Thoroughbred smokers, Both, like himself, prime singers and jokers; And, long after day had drawn to a close, And the rest of the world was wrapp'd in repose, They were roaring out Shenkin 1 and Ar hydd y uos; While David him...