Advice from Mom re: R.V.Winkle

She told me not to marry him,
that he was a lazy good-for-nothing,
and Dutch, to boot.
Look at him, she said, the idle fool,
always with a flagon down at the inn.
His fences are falling to pieces,
the cows are in the cabbages
and his fields are full of weeds.
He’d rather starve on a penny than work for a pound,
or take his gun into the woods
and sleep away the day.
He’ll be the ruin of ya’, she said.
She warned and warned me he was of little use.
She never warned me
about the little bearded men.



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