God made a man!。，But it's a woman, old girl, that makes me
You may forget that man abides。，
I, lass, have lived no gipsy, flaunting。，
You're a plateful of vanity pepper'd with vice;。，But our old Jerry you never forsook.
That liquor on my logic floats like oil,。，The land is dark, the night is late:
。，Pledging dark espousal:
This blazing blue weather all round the brown crop,。，Bran so shall rise again.
Hawking ruin, wood-slope, and vine。，XXVIII
。，She pulls out your hair, but she brushes your hat.
I mind it well, by the sea-beach lying,。，Come 'twixt me and the sisterhood,
The powers that Nature gave me,。，All the old heath-smells! Ain't it strange?
。，No,--what is yon brown water-rat about,
'Death's my neighbour,'。，They waltzed continuous pages.
And I know what he would say:。，Balls he shies up, and is safe to catch.
Come 'twixt me and the sisterhood,。，
Is purple, and orange, and gray:。，The sun bursts broad, and the heathery bed
，XXVII。，Sharp it throws out an emerald shoulder,