The sky-lark - National Library of Scotland

THE SKY-LARK. 313,
How oft beneath its folds lie hid
The gnawing viper's tooth of woe,
Will no one buy ? Will no on£ bid ?
'lis going now—Yes, it must go
So little offered—it were well
To keep it yet—but no ! not I,
I have a heart—a heart to sell,
Who'll buy a heart? Who'll buy, who'll buy?
I would 'twere gone, for I confess
I'm tir'd, and longing to be freed;
Come, bid fair maidens ! more or less,
'Tis good, and very cheap indeed.
Once more—but once—I cannot dwell
So long— 'tis going— going— fie!
No offer—I've a heart to sell,
Who'll buy a heart ? who'll buy, who'll buy^?
CATCH.
An honest lawyer, dead and gone,
Lies underneath this marble stone.
A rogue you mean !—O fie
An honest one as lawyers go.
An honest one lie here!—No, no !
Alack, 'tis you that lie
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