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PRINT
CODE - 086
'Drunkendub'
(Small
- 9" x 9" embossed giclée print)
£14.99
G.B.P. (approx. $27 U.S.D.)
(Large
- 18.5"x14"
embossed giclée print)
£24.99
G.B.P. (approx. $45 U.S.D.)
NARRATIVE
ON PRINT
A HUNDER ell beyond the school,
Which modern School Board now ignores,
The smiddy stood, beside the pool
Where drouthy oxen drank by scores.
There loud and lang the anvil rang,
The red-nosed bellows snored and blew,
And Vulcan welded many a sang,*
While fiery sparks around him flew.
Blithe, blithe and merry were they,
Round the forge beside the pool ;
Blow the bellows, raise the hammer,
Smite the iron ere it cool.
Now time has toomed the drinkin' dub,
His hammer laid the blacksmith low,
And knocked the girds from many a tub
Which held a cure for human woe :
No more the drucken drovers sing—
Their drinkin' dub has ceased to flow,
While merrier does the anvil ring,
And smiddy fires more brightly glow.
Blithe, blithe and merry were they,
Round the forge beside the pool ;
Blow the bellows, raise the hammer,
Smite the iron ere it cool.
*The old blacksmith at Drunkendub had the knack
of clinking rhymes.
POEM EXCERPT FROM - THE SAILOR'S PRIZE
BY JAMES CRIGHTON - 1883 |
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