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Vim and Vigour

When walking on along the shore

You stop and sight a thickly hall

That, lights a’shine, is loud and long

And ever bright, the windows strong;

They sprout the wing and sing to fly

Into the wind and off the sea

That crisp and thick, is sheltered not

And plastered wick, the beach is hot.

Then walking up and to the door

It opens and he steps the inn.

Lights a’shine within the ‘liers

That iron-cast are white with tears.

Round the room the tables spread

And thickly laid with buttered bread.

Then not to mention ‘ll other such

Aliments that when the mutter

Would, last, escape the mouth – the tender

And finally to pass the bender

Unto the irons, so hot with fire

That whence ere on the evening’s bar

Had long been taken upon the roar-

The red, the yellow, not blue, but black

The fire swallowed all in the sack

For there had been the laiden rack,

And that so full of mood that air

Could not escape nor come back in.

Then up the table a man a’soars

And shouts aloud for all to hear, 

“Ahoy! Ye lads! And hearken me!

I think I spy a new lad here!

Come now on and have a drop

Tis nothing more than cider throp!”

True to his word, the drink was well

And many did he swallow there.

For sweet but sharp was cider and

The mugs were shaped the barrel hand

So as to look as if the load

Was larger than it would appear.

But naught was he to be induced

Unto the table where laiden few

T’was covered far too largely for

His stomache to hold out and all.

The laughter, song, and merriment was

Of vim and vigour, for many o’ them

Were wide a’belt and strong the arm

The beard was, to, a kindly hue.

So not were they the drunken few

For cider was the token brew.

And apple, plum, and peach there too

Did water down the richest food

For there the cook was jovial

And wide, she too, her husband so.

Now, they had cooked many a year

Within that merry sea-side build

And family were all there to

Be happily and there be wed

The young man who in far the start

Had only sought to take apart

The threads that had entwined his mind

And there also within his heart.

For courage did he need and so

He happened out upon the stow’

And there courage he did acquire

And after he arranged and dire

The need did he and so he knelt

In front of his ‘loved damsel

And propose and finally the pearl

Did say the yes and after few

Short months they were united in

That burly place, that welcomed them

And all the years, did far they see

It fit to occupy that space

And in the end they rested long

Within the back, that merry throng.

I wrote this some time ago and left it to the dust of my documents.